Let me start off by saying, weddings aren’t my thing. Don’t get me wrong, I am a hopeless romantic, and I think it’s beautiful when people want to spend their lives together. But weddings, especially in the traditional sense, I could do without. That being said, I have long dreamed of attending an Indian wedding.
There’s something about the traditions, so unlike my own, that intrigued me. I longed to learn more about them and before heading to India, I hoped I would have the opportunity to attend one during my seven week trip.
Luckily, our yoga teacher, Arvind, had a wedding to attend while we were studying at his school, and he was kind enough to bring us along with him.
The wedding was for Arvind’s sister-in-law’s sister, and although the connection was a stretch, we were welcomed by everyone with open arms. When we arrived, we found a spot to sit and some food was passed around to us while we were waiting.
Eventually, we made our way outside to enjoy the meal and there were many stations for us to visit and many varieties of food to try. This was some of the best food I had had during my time in India.
There was so much of it and we got to try a few new dishes. My favorite area was the desserts, which I overindulged in, even though I shouldn’t have, especially since this was only a few days after Diwali.
Then, we headed inside and several of my favorite Indian songs came on and we were dragged to the dance floor by the kids. They showed off their dance skills and attempted to teach us how to dance. There was a lot of laughter and miscommunication, but a good time was had by everyone.
Although at times it was a bit like we were celebrities with all of the people who wanted to take photos with us, it was still fun to meet people and participate in the celebrations.
In many ways, it was exactly what I would have expected an Indian wedding to be like, except even more beautiful. I know that this won’t be my last Indian wedding, as I plan on returning back to India many times.