Kadama 22: First-hand Traditions
Trip Start Jul 12, 2012
71Trip End Dec 01, 2012
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We spent about three hours in town today, looking at scarves, sari's, bangles, and shoes. I have come to the realization that I will never be able to buy shoes while I am here. My obviously monstrous size 10 feet seem like a joke. Indian women's feet are petite and thin while mine are long and fat - woohoo!
On the way back to campus, it was literally raining sideways. After driving underneath the railroad tracks, I saw a man with a drum, a line of people and a rickshaw truck marching as one. The man in the front of the line was carrying a ball of fire on a stick and a woman was supporting a large vase on her shoulder. The truck had a body laying in the back covered in flowers. The sudden gloom of a funeral processional overwhelmed me with sadness. To see so many people marching through the rain to the lake to burn the body changed my mood for the day. I am aware that death is a part of life, however when such traditions of India are brought before my eyes, it is difficult to cope with.
Upon returning, Shannon and I tried modeled our tailored sari's - enjoy the photos!