My sisters live in a self contained community in Bangalore and it feels like you are in another world. It’s a long drive from airport but then you don’t need anything if you are not missing the city. hey have their own store, restaurants and some day today needs, all the household helpers live within. Its like a city within the city
Last Sunday they had Ganesh festival in the community center.
I saw cultural integration in its full form.
When we walked in they were playing drums in a very South Indian style. The North Indian woman in me couldn’t associated that sound with Ganesh Festival. Soon the crowd was chanting the mantras we grew up with. A South Indian panditji performing prayers, lots of North Indians singing prayers in their languages, a variety of offerings from all over India, all sort of flowers, young kids running around in their traditional attire. My evening was heavenly.
By the time the prayers got over it started raining. Seeing kids playing in the rain was so much fun. They inspired us to enjoy it too and we sisters decided to walk home in the rain.
I borrowed a cotton Paithani from Mom’s closet. My sisters in linen and Bengal silk cotton .
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