On our next wedding, this time in Bikaner, the situation we bumped into was a bit more aggressive. In this case, while coming back from the bar, our auto rickshaw driver drove us on a wrong direction that took us straight to a wedding.
The party was still, men were dancing, the groom was on a fully decorated horse, a cart with big speakers ready to shout out music, a band constantly playing and a rickshaw giving energy to big kitsch lamps carried by children. The last being the oddest.
As it couldn't be in any other way, Dan jumped out of the rickshaw to make some pictures, and a minute later we were all being dragged into the dancing circle. Charlotte, who this time was with us, wasn't sure about dancing with so many men surrounding her, and thus one of the women around kindly danced with here. Soon others joined.
But the men were getting very excited, not only from the occasion, the music, the people, and the alcohol, Charlotte was the main motive. The aggressiveness of the men made the women leave the music circle and Charlotte was left alone to the only help of Dan and me.
An old man with a kind face who continuously thanked us, we don't know why, also helped Charlotte against the drunk village people who insisted in dancing with her. And as their excitement grew and grew, the tension among the guests also increased, ones trying to dance with Charlotte whilst others pushing them away.
And I would say, that at the precise moment, as if predicting a catastrophe, we were literally dragged out of the dancing circle and forced our way to a rickshaw that should get us back on the right path to our hostel.
Fun, but I just hope to get a bit sooner the next time.
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