If wearing a sari seems complicated, that's because it is complicated. So many folds held in place with so few safety pins. So much fabric to be kicked out of the way with each step.
There's probably not many things that can get as many stares in India as two blond Western women in sparkling saris. TIRMa blames the looks on my white blond hair; I blame it on her height. Sometimes the Indian women will wave if they realize I have caught them staring.
This is different from how it was in China, where the Chinese tourists photo stalked me with their long camera lenses. This feels less threatening; more amused by the unusual. Friendlier. More complimentary.
Still, one of my friends Uncles made a point of telling us - in Munnar where we are going tomorrow, we should not speak to the locals after 8pm. Maybe there is 1 person in 100 who will cause trouble, but there was a report in the paper last week...
I am so glad that you are having this experience! Enjoy the naan for me - I can't wait to hear more about the wedding itself!
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