I was starting to think that the first Indian wedding I attend would be my own, but next week we are going to a wedding in Aurangabad. We are driving 10 hours to the home town of the bride, sharing a car with the groom and a few of my husbands other friends. We will be leaving Nagpur on Sunday night and returning early Wednesday morning. It will be so great to see a Hindu wedding first hand and meet the bride who will be moving to Nagpur after the ceremony.
Sadly, I won’t be wearing a saree because my mother-in-law is not coming and without her help I cannot drape it. Instead of a saree I will be wearing a couple of beautiful Indian dresses (I am skilled enough to put on a dress all by myself…). There will be two days of events and lots of dancing, I have even joined in with some of the dance rehearsals with the grooms sister and cousins.
I have lived in India for just over a month now and I have stayed here for five weeks before moving here. During nine or so weeks I have spent in India, I have never had to use a squat toilet. It is highly possible I will have to use one at some point during the trip, unless I am lucky enough to find a Western toilet or I am able to cross my legs for nearly three days, the latter being impossible (and possibly cause me a urinary tract infection). I have reason to be so nervous, these squat toilets and I have history. I spent some time in Africa, whilst there I used my first squat toilet and the experience resulted in the requirement of a change of clothes. Squat toilets are common in India and India is now my home, this week will probably force me to face one of my fears, a fear I really need to conquer to comfortably travel around India.
I am excited for the coming week, I know the wedding will be so much fun and extremely beautiful… and I won’t be forgetting to pack extra sets of clothes, just in case.