I loved India, I think it rates as one of my favorite trips. My senses had to work overtime to take it all in because nothing about the country is ordinary. I was captivated by its intensity and since, I am very visual, I enjoyed feasting on continuous rainbows of color and textures at every turn. Every thing was a surprise and my points of reference expanded as I took in a new ways of seeing life and the world.
I was fortunate to be in Kota, India to celebrate Dussehra, one of Hinduism’s major celebrations. Before the final spectacular fireworks display, I was able to witness the preparations for a parade and meet Brijraj Singh, the 85 year old descendent of a once ruling maharaja.
In a large courtyard, various group gathered.
There were the boys dressed as langurs. I wondered if they were imitating humans who were hired dressed like these primates to scare the aggressive rhesus macaques. These boys really got into the part.
Woman in beautiful native costumes danced.
This was only part one. The Dussehra Festival was unforgettable.