Early this afternoon as I was getting dressed to go to the gym I heard loud music and drumming-I immediately thought, there must be a wedding. I looked out of my top floor window to see a groom, on a horse, waiting to be brought into the hotel and to the wedding mandap to await the arrival of his bride.
I love that in India, a man, decked out in heavily embroidered clothes, sitting on a decorated horse and surrounded by dancing friends and family is not a novelty, but rather a rite of passage. People aren’t bothered that traffic is blocked or that the music is loud.
It’s the celebration and that’s really all that matters.