Today while going through my stuff I have collected all these years, mainly gifts and letters,
I came across my wedding invitation card. I had kept it as a remembrance.
There was a picture of me on the cover page of it.
[This isnt my picture. i cant seem to upload it now. i will the replace it the moment i can. but this is generally what an indian bride looks like. photocredit google ofcorse]
One thing struck me while looking at it,
Prior to my marriage I was this modern western lifestyle inspired girl who loved wearing jeans and tees, dresses (loved indian too but with a contemporary twist in it) .
And then I see this picture. In a saree dressed completely like an indian bride.
Bangles, bindi(ugh I hated bindis before) and then I realised, I/we( I am sure most of my fellow Indians would agree to it) may have developed a western lifestyle, but deep in my heart I am still that indian girl who loved to dress up in a traditional way on her wedding.
Who still touches her elder’s feet for their blessings, who loves to eat dal chawal ( indian food) in a dhaba ( small road side restaurant) as much as a burger inMc Donald.
And no matter how much I incorporate that western culture in my life, the Indian inside me will always be there reminding me of my culture, my tradition which somehow is getting lost these days.
Day 3 of the ultimate blog challenge.
By- Sweety Pateliya