Bhawani was our host in the Pleasant Havelli Hotel, in Jaisalmer. He was good company: friendly, knowledgeable and entertaining. It was nearing the end of the season so we were the only guests. He offered to take us to the best viewpoint in town, to watch the sun set over the ancient fort. We were delighted to accept. It was certainly worth it. The views were stunning.
Back at the hotel, he joined us for drinks on the roof. We heard about his career as a tapestry artist, his travels in India and his beloved baby daughter, Rita.
We were beginning to get hungry and discussed going to a restaurant. Bhawani would have none of it. he would phone his mother and she would cook for us Great plan. About an hour later, a feast arrived – dal, curried paneer, rice, sauces, lots of spiced vegetables and a stack of roti to mop it up. It was delicious.
As we ate, we could hear music, voices and laughter from a well-lit building in the distance. Bhawani explained that it was now wedding season. Most of the tourists had gone, so families returned home and relatives were free to attend the nuptials. there were weddings most nights in all parts of the country. In fact his cousin, Manis, was getting married this week. It was a three day celebration with the final ceremony taking place in two days time. It would be a magnificent wedding although not as good as Bhawani’s own marriage which had taken place two years ago. In fact, why didn’t we come as honoured guests? He would call his cousin right now.
Before we knew it, all possible objections had been dismissed. Our booked train? Changed to a later flight.No suitable clothes? Bhawani would sort saris for Gemma and I and a turban for Stuart. No invitation? Not needed. The bride and groom were very excited that we were coming. A quick confab between us and it was agreed. there will always be reasons to say no in life. Perhaps what we should do more of – is find reasons to say yes! Everyone needs a little adventure on their holiday and attending an Indian wedding would certainly be that.
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