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Indians love to dance; especially, it seems, the boys and men. Today at the City Center Market here in Bangalore marks the second time I’ve been pulled into a crowd of ecstatic temple revelers and coaxed into dancing. The spectacle of Cara and I, and even Phil, dancing with these young men, and a tranny in an orange saree, drew quite a smiling crowd.
Don’t look at this photo for too long, or that guy will yank you in as well…
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My daughter Cara and her fiance Cleveland arrived this weekend, and through their eyes we are seeing India again for the first time. Also, through their barely stifled gags as we cross the “River Stynx” heading into town, we smell India again for the first time :)
We took them to the City Market in Bangalore on Saturday with a full entourage in tow; Bhaskar, Bhaskar’s daughter Cynthia, Rathnama, Cara, Cleveland, Phil and myself. The market is miles and miles of crowded, trafficky, flowery madness. Being surrounded by chaos makes both Phil and I feel alive, but I fear it may have made Cara and Cleveland want to kill us.