Femme's parents were there to welcome us at the airport last night. We are staying at one of femme's relatives. We get up to hot steaming dosas that are being served for breakfast. Dosas are a south indian speciality and I have my fill.
Femme has a wedding to attend and we hire a rickshaw to take us to the wedding hall. The groom is a friend of femme's. We wish the couple and head for lunch that is served on palm leaves in traditional south indian style. Guests sit at long tables that are set length wise inside the banquet hall. Sitting next to us is a man who relishes his food and clearly has a fondness for sweets. When sweets are served, he asks for an extra helping. A little while later, he asks for more but doesn't touch them. We watch amusedly as he wraps the extra sweets in a handkerchief and puts it in his pocket.
On the way back, the rickshaw driver takes us a circuitous route aware that we are not familiar with Bangalore streets. Fortunately I have a rough idea of the streets as we get closer to home and I am able to steer him in the right direction.
There is a pooja at another relatives place and we head there. It's an elaborate pooja done to invoke God's good grace and best wishes. Life has been pretty good to them, so I wonder what prompted the pooja. The house is bustling with women who are busy serving food to guests. We decline lunch having just returned from the wedding.
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