A Rural Asian Wedding Travelogue, India, Maharashtra, Mumbai
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When a wedding found me in Mumbai

I still haven’t been able to go out much here in Mumbai. Few days ago while having malai chai at a milk dairy I had started having a liking for, only because there was a peepal I could sit under. And secondly. unlike in north india where there is milk a plenty but there is no way you can sit and enjoy different variations of milk waiting. Mumbai seemed to be bathing in milk and moreover you could sit like in restaurants.


That evening I had my camera as i had gone on a photographic walk around the Versova betty area. It seemed a beautiful day as i had hardly moved around mumbai studying it in images ever before. I can say that was my maiden image day for Bombay.


After a whole day of making images around sea and standing ships, i was coming back to my favourite chai shop when i started hearing the sound of brass bands, drums. I followed that sound and found colours that were talking virbrantly. I followed the bride for next few hours till the moon came out. I think it was a day of the wedding and i was documenting the bride’s journey to the local temple before they would leave for the wedding venue.


So i followed the bride to the local temple, and later a whole detour of the old versova village and towards the bride’s home. The family was surprised yet were elated. They fed me and asked me to come along for the wedding. I handed my card over and told them i will inform them if i can make it. The ended as such. It was a refreshing time to move about and discover local lane and earlier in day, the coastal suburb with a very subtle fragrance of fish that has settled over bodies of houses and humans alike.




Hi, I am Narayan Kaudinya. And i welcome you on this journey, the Road to Nara ! I am an Ethnographer and a practicing Indologist. I did my masters in History and further learnt Sanskrit, Yoga and Nerve-therapy. At 24, pushing most academic sounding, office sitting works away, i felt compelled to know and understand the world and my country, Bharat/India. I travelled, and as it happened i took up teaching in Kashmir and further up in the remote villages of Baltistan in the foothills of Karakoram Ranges. For around three years and many states later there came a time when i felt that it was only while teaching i learnt how to laugh, to see, feel, breathe, love and cry -with children, and mostly resource-less parents in the harshest-freezing border conditions. I write, and work as a documentary photographer and Filmmaker, with numerous published, exhibited and some awarded stories. In my travels and life i have let nature lead me, the divine mother, and as a Yogin, my resolve here is to share my experiences and thoughts as honestly, and through them to blossom in everyone the power and possibility in pursuing your dreams, that you seek your true nature with courage and curiosity. Here, on this road i will share my spirit, my love for nature, the elements of life that are us. And in doing so, i'll be happy to see you along.

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