On a quiet side street I heard music, chanting and tinkling bells and caught the aroma of incense. Nothing unusual in India, but this time it was coming from a mobile, motorised shrine. I hadn't been up close and personal to one before, it was delightful.
I dropped a few rupees in by way of thanks for a cheering sight, sound and smell.
It was only after looking at the picture closely, that I fully realised how striking the sari on the woman was. I've finally become accustomed to Indian colours as evidenced by my feet:
3 comments:
Commen in north india
I've not seen very many of them in Mumbai, but maybe I've not been looking in the right places.
If you cant go to the temple, the temple comes to you!!
Pretty feet!
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