Arrived back at the hotel around 11.30pm not because we went to a wedding, now that might make a good yarn one day, but because we attended a sangeet.
With the body crying out for sleep starting the blog now would be foolish so if you are interested sign back in late this afternoon
Breakfast restaurant opening hour in the hotel was 8.00am and that suited us fine as Ashok had arranged a pickup for 9.00am but when we went it was obvious that there was no way service would start then and we were told to come back in 30 minutes.
We did so and sat in the restaurant for around another 10-15 minutes before we were served a very basic breakfast though the coffee wasn’t too bad.
Ashok then took us to a couple of city sights – firstly the city park which is named after a “freedom fighter” and contains a 14th century monument which is undergoing restoration and then onto a Hindu temple which sat many steps up on top of a hill.
The temperature was 37 at 9.30 and rose steadily through the morning and by late morning was at 41 degrees which is barely tolerable so after picking up Sherry’s saree and buying some bananas and mangoes from a fruit cart we went to Ashok’s house.
A bunch of around 15 bananas and 3 mangoes cost the equivalent of $3.75
Ashok cooked lunch, he is quite a dab hand in the kitchen, and as seems to be the norm a siesta type period commences as it is too hot to be out and about. The two girls don’t seem to recognise siesta time as they were all over Sherry and me, tugging at my glasses, pushing the buttons on Sherry’s watch and then playing makeshift games with our phones and the aircon remote.
After mid-afternoon we decided to go for a stroll, Ashok having gone somewhere else in the village, and as we did we met up with him and went visiting the widow of another friend.
This friend was a policeman and, I think, was killed on duty on the same day that one of Ashok’s daughters was born.
There was a group of around 6 at this house and we spent quite sometime standing around in a group talking, showing photos from my phone of our family, watching the lady of the house milk a buffalo, drinking hot fresh buffalo milk and listening to banter between the folk.
The lady then came back to Ashok’s place and she, Gita and Sherry then went off to the local tailor where Sherry was measured for a blouse to go under the saree.
By this time we were very unsure of what was happening as yesterday there was the indication of going to another wedding in the evening so I asked Ashok and was told it was “cancelled” and that we were going to the sangeet for Sapna the village girl whose wedding we have come for.
We went back to the hotel to change and returned to the village where Bollywood type music was starting to blare out through an impressive piece of kit.
Sapna and her cousin were dancing as we watched from Ashok’s house before Sapna came over and urged us to join in! A sangeet is a night before the wedding where the woman get together and dance the night away so I was, thankfully, less encouraged to join in but Sherry was not afforded that luxury and was “pulled” into the centre of floor numerous times.
What started off as a group of two dancing ended up with a large group of ladies, young, old and in between, filling one of the streets in the village enjoying themselves until around 11.
Ashok and his family then returned us to the hotel to end our day which at times was somewhat stressful.
Village life is very hard, especially for the women, but the familial aspects are what makes it special.
We have been offered drinks from numerous water sources, in numerous different cups by so many folk who live in below average, by our standards at least, conditions that it will be a small miracle if we don’t get the dreaded Delhi belly!