India part 4: Dr. Doris: The delivery of a baby in a hospital in Mumbai! Wow!

I hopped on a train and made my way from Ooty(south India) to Mumbai (Mid-India), where again I stayed with a couchsurfer. A lovely young activist who was one of the few city girls to leave home and start her own independent reality in her own little cozy apartment overlooking the city.

She opened her door to me as she did her heart and we became like sisters, sharing stories till nightfall. We are close friends to this day.

After a few days with her, I made my way to another part of Mumbai, far more localized and literally not a single foreigner insight. The feeling of being the only foreigner was similar to that at the wedding I attended when I first arrived to India.

A couchsurfer hosted me in his hospital for 5 days. He owned the hospital and so he could do anything he wanted. His home was too small to host guests but big enough for him and his mom.

The staff treated me like everywhere else in India, with an open, friendly, caring manner and made me feel “at home”. I had my own room since there were few patients at the time.

I spent most of the time outside the hospital of course, exploring the area, getting to know the culture around me and meeting amazing people and eating local vegetarian dishes. I met up with a couple other couchsurfers for a meal and convo and even witnessed some holy religious hindu activities.

On my second day my host asked me “Doris would you like to see a delivery of a baby?” Being a massage therapist and already having seen a cadaver lab (this was an option in my last month of massage therapy college) and being fascinated with the human body and loving everything that has to do it, of course I jumped to the opportunity.

A side note: From the age of 15-20 I was obsessed with heavy rock, goth, metal, and classical rock music. I went to concerts, moshed, crowd surfed and loved horror movies. I loved watching people fight and loved anything that seemed unnatural.
After thailand and my spiritual awakening a year before India (around the age of 20) something shifted inside me and I could no longer bare to watch anything that involved human or animal mutilation or even anything involving harm to a being.

So as I stood in the delivery room, I was really excited. I’m used to acting and so to play the part of a doctor was quite easy for me. My host asked me to wear a surgeon’s outfit, keep silent and pretend that I’m a doctor from Canada.

The mother to be, lay naked on the table, covered from neck to toe with iodine, legs spread and about 5 or 6 people standing around her. At this time I wasn’t sensitive, wasn’t educated or even aware of how traumatic, invasive and nerve wrecking it can be for women and babies to be in such an environment (I’ll describe more on this from my Bali adventure 4yrs later). It was a cesarean section. I watched in fascination as the doctor began to cut above her pubic bone, blood oozing out. White began to ooze out and something started to turn and twist inside me.

I was no longer enjoying this experience. I began to feel like I did when I first went on a roller coaster. I felt nauseous and wanted to vomit. A baby suddenly appeared, a nurse removed him from his mother, placed him on a silver platter and out the door he went to get cleaned up.

I kept saying to myself “come on Doris you can do this, you’ve always wanted to see this, and this is a once in a lifetime opportunity without the doctor schooling. Come on hold in your puke, you can do this!”

I opened the door in the delivery room, exited quietly and made my way to my room. I opened the bathroom door, looked down at the squatting toilet, pictured myself on my hands and knees puking and decided to lay down on the bed instead. The thought of the dirty bacteria filled toilet touching me right in that moment, the moment of my nauseous self was repulsive.

So instead,I lay down on the bed in the room, placed my hands on my torso, gave myself reiki (remained open and present for the Universal energy to flow through me to give me whatever I needed in the moment). I fell asleep. 2 hours later my host came in and asked me if I wanted to be present for another birth in 2 hours, this time a c-section of twins! I squirmed with disappointment, as I thanked him and refused the opportunity.

I learnt a lot about myself that day and I am so grateful for the awakening that happened to me years before that prepared me for my truth. I am actually quite happy that I cannot tolerate watching something like this. In my eyes any operation (unless absolutely, really, and literally an emergency) is wrong, against the natural flow and is totally like the twisted opposite of human nature. (More on this later).

I spent New Year’s Eve with my host. He invited me to a popular movie at the time, “the 3 idiots” in hindi, which of course consisted of a wedding, a love story, a villian and lots of musical singing and dancing, as almost all Hindi movies consist of. Then dinner.

A couchsurfing experience to remember for life!



Some suggestions for meditating, yoga, and life in general

Before I continue my travel journeys, I just wanted to add this here now. This came to me this morning while I was meditating in the park near my cousin’s place in North Israel (where I am currently). Many are asking me for some written guidance and something tangible to use as assistance to their daily journey.

I feel this might assist in people’s “preparations” not just physically but mentally and emotionally and thus follows the “spiritual” aspect of the whole experience that comes with the journey to whatever comes next.

And remember yoga is not just the physical aspect, there’s way more in it than what the Western world has created it to be. Hope this assists you further on your path in life in general.

-Begin to observe your daily life: your breath, heart beat, what you are attracting now in all aspects (relationships, thoughts, feelings, views, jobs, etc.), how your physical body is internally and externally, how you view yourself and the world around you. Observe without labels or judgement, just observe so that you are aware of where you are at.

-If you aren’t already, start a daily meditation practice. This doesn’t have to be the typical meditative position where you sit and close your eyes and breath with a focus on one thing particular. Instead, find any comfortable position whether sitting, standing, or laying down, even try sitting on a swing or floating on a device in a body of water and just be there with your eyes opened at first, observe for 2-5min what is happening in and around you, then close your eyes and repeat. If any thoughts come, allow them to and observe what thoughts are coming up, then let them go by bringing your attention to your breath, observing any sensations that may or may not be present in your body.

-You can be as creative with this as you’d like. Try something new each week or each day by adding any of the following into your practice:
-candles, incense, soft meditative music, flowers, leaves, pictures of people you love/admire/respect/honour, a picture of yourself, crystals, stones, rocks, sand, plants, a gift from someone dear to you or an object that you really feel good being around. If you’d like you could even set up a little alter on the floor/ground/a little table or anywhere that you feel is away from distractions and that will give you the feeling of potency, quality and having your own sacred space you go to for just you.

-Try wearing different colours each day, one that represents the colours of the chakras and because each colour has different properties and relevance, observe how you feel wearing that colour whether it be during your meditation, yoga practice on the mat, or yoga practice in your daily life at work, events, wherever off the mat.

-Start with 5min anytime of the day you choose to create the space for this practice and when you feel it’s comfortable and appropriate for you add a minute or two every now and then and don’t focus on the time so much as the quality. Write your experience down if you’d like in as many or as little words as you’d like, jot notes or full sentences, whatever works best for you in this moment.

-Familiarize yourself with the chakras. Read online, books, ask people you know for some info. Wherever, however, whenever, discover the resources available to you and do a little self familiarization to understand a little more what they are about and how you can incorporate their relevance into your daily life.

-Get out in nature even if it’s for 5min and stand barefoot on the ground and just stand there and observe whether in the evening or morning. Look up at the sky if it’s evening, look up at the sky if it’s day light in the direction away from the bright sun if it’s before 8am and observe the clouds, stars, moon, etc. if visible in your part of the world.

-Create the space to take a journey somewhere in the nature where the sky is visible clearly without the distractions of the modern amenities.

-Do your best to observe your breath during the time you spend in nature and of course everywhere you are. When you remember your lungs and thus the rest of your entirety will benefit.

-Continue to be gentle and kind to yourself and others no matter where you are, even if you are already doing this, be aware and conscious of this.

-Yoga, being a lifestyle that you can cultivate as much or as little as you create the space for in all aspects, not just the physical, will, is and can be an instrument that you tune into to guide you on your path in all aspects.

-Observe the above suggestions starting now, so that you know, feel and get a sense of where you are right now. Starting now up until the retreat, then during and after the retreat you’ll see where you’ve progressed, what no longer serves you and where your adjustments and adaptations to the lifestyle you want to invite in and continue exist. Being in a sacred space like Vilcabamba may assist you on this journey to really tune into where you are, where you desire to be and where you feel is in your best interest to be.

-The internal physical body is not a space that one sees or senses without an external influence like a machine of some sort. And thus if there are any dis-eases of any sort the signs will come up through feelings that may not feel so pleasant or they may or may not be physically tangible. THis is where the journey to self attunement and connections come in. This is why I highly encourage you to really begin/continue to become aware of yourself and your surroundings, all that you do, say and think. Without judgement or attachment to it, just observe it.

-Start a journal if you have not already, and record your daily activities, feelings, thoughts, what you eat and when, in what mood, with whom, how you observe yourself and whatever comes out through the writing, allow it. It can be as much or as little as you like. As you start to become more aware of the above mentioned, you’ll start to notice how much more mindful and conscious you become of yourself and thus self awareness and adaptation, adjustment, realizations, and intentions become more easily available to create space for. It can become a pattern like brushing your teeth before bed, where it just becomes so easy to be with yourself anywhere you are, anytime.

-Your breath, and even your posture, and your daily yoga in general whether on the mat or off the mat will become more of a pleasure rather than a chore (if you’re in this space currently). Either way the yoga journey heightens and new additions are added and the endless journey continues as the layers are unleashed and shedded, creating space for more of what serves you towards the path that you resonate and feel is best for you.

-Recognize that whatever you do that assists your journey is like an instrument and so you can fine tune it to the tune/note you resonate with most. Rely on your intuition and your final decision in the moment, with space for mystery and spontaneity of course, to guide you, not the opinions or actions of others. Use that of others’ as instruments as well, but empower yourself with your final say and feel good about it, recognizing what is best for you may or may not be in tune with what is observed outside of yourself, or vise versa.

-Daily in the morning or evening before you get out of bed, take 1-2 min to just observe where you are, how you feel and how your body feels. Do your best to observe it without the thoughts of the future. Remain as present as you can just for a minute. Perhaps you’d like to even use this time to recollect your dreams. Try keeping the eyes closed without any movement so that you can really feel and be in the moment and “digest” the night’s energy and bring in the morning’s energy.

-Then take the next minute to set an intention for the day. And observe yourself throughout the day, being mindful, aware and conscious of this intention.

-Sometimes it helps to set your phone (if you have it around you often) to the alarm option that gives off a sound every hr or few hrs that you can use as a reminder to come back into the moment and become aware of yourself, your surroundings, and your breathing, intentions or just to sense consciously where you are in the moment. Eventually one day the phone reminders will not be necessary as your body adapts and adjusts to the daily practice.

-All of these suggestions are part of yoga, a daily lifestyle of union with yourself, others, your surroundings and where you are right now in the world, in the Universe.

-Create the space to make any of these as part of your daily life, and go into the journey with a joyous, loving attitude, as a pleasure and as a way of being of service to yourself and others. See the journey to continued self expansion as an instrument like adding a slice of lemon to a glass of water, it’s enhancing the flavour, but the liquid with an added component is still there as the hydration and maintenance with an elevated flavour and vibration, not an obligation or a necessity.

I wish you all an easeful, joyful, mindful, gentle, loving, and abundant journey.





India Part 3: preparing for the rest of the journey

So it seems that my self created thoughts are not actually what is going to happen or “suppose to” happen. I find myself shoulding on myself far too often. But this time it happened to work in my favour.

I decided that the one way ticket to India will be the beginning of my journey for the next 5-10years without returning to Canada (this didn’t happen of course, more on this later). So I assumed that if I end up in a village somewhere they may not accept physical touch, so my massage therapy background may not be the most appropriate.

I signed up for a program to learn to be a teacher in English as Second Language. It seemed to be the “in” thing to do and pretty prevalent in almost every country.

I arrived to Kerela, and ended up staying with a couchsurfing host (a family of 4) for a month. They opened their hearts, home and cultural ways to me as though I was their daughter. I even bought and wore the traditional clothing my host made for me. I went to school for 3 weeks everyday and learnt to be a teacher. I never practiced what I learnt but through the experience I made a close friend, whom I stay in close contact with to this day. She is from Ireland and was the only other foreigner in the class with me, the rest were Indian and from all parts of the country. We spent plenty of time together and just her presence and the connection we made was worth it to me to have spent that much money, time and energy attending that school.

Kerela is beautiful and I’m thrilled that I ended up there, couchsurfing and the ESL course as the catalysts for me.

I stayed in an Ayurvedic outdoor retreat clinic place in the nature for 3 weeks after the course and received incredible treatments daily including oil massage, oil enemas, oil over the forward and abdomen, herbal treatments in all orfices of my body and yummy Indian food (which I later realized is not the healthiest as it’s overcooked. BUt at least I avoided the rice, potatoes, and bread (as I have for the past 3yrs in general, so the lack of gluey starch made the experience easier)

So with a little TLC (tender loving care) I continued to my next couchsurfer, a beautiful open, loving retired middle aged English man who I stayed with for 9 days in the middle of the jungle in his incredible mansion home among deer, peacock, birds, jaguars (nonvisible) and other wild life, villagers and incredible nature, close to Ooty and Mysore. Other couchsurfers joined us and we all had a blast. He remains a friend to this day.

India Part 2: My first 20hr Train Journey

After the wedding I made my way to the South in the province of Kerela.
The train in India is one of a kind. There are 3 classes. I stuck to the 3rd class for the first 3months of my stay in India and soaked up all its glory as best as I could.

There are 4 vinyl covered beds in each cabin, hanging on chains from the ceiling. The windows are bars (like in a jail cell funny enough), so actually they are not really windows. There is just enough room under the bottom bunk to fit my 90L back pack that I tend to pack right to the last cm of space. Like with any home, what the eyes see, the space makes room for and eventually the pack got smaller over the years. “Less is More”

The people I met are really what make the journey for me and of course the view. India is full of all flavours of nature and lack of nature. The grass feeding cows (if it’s not drought season, there’s actually grass), the mothers sitting on the dry edges of the roads breast feeding or holding their babies in one hand, with their other hand free to accept whatever charity someone will spare them. Empty and Full space, blue skies, hot sun, colours galore from the saris that fill the country, smells of spices and people relieving themselves in the middle of wherever. There are more people than toilets in India and relieving oneself in the middle of public view is not uncommon. At least their squatting position provides a healthy easy exit.

The rupee to Canadian Dollar 3 years ago was 44:1 so you can imagine what a few rupees for a local meant where as for me it was like financial freedom.
(I heard recently in 2013 what was once 20 rupees is now like 50-70 and that’s a lot for some locals, even for some budget travellers believe it or not: Like a plate of food)

Back to the train: So my first experience was about 20 hours long from Gujrat to Kerela and that’s including stops. Talk about learning patience, sometimes the train could stay in one spot for hours or days. I didn’t mind because it was my first time, the youth and energy still bright and abundant. I’ll admit I am slowly starting to get a little tired of these long journeys as I reach my mid 20’s. I no longer take luxury for granted and I accept if the opportunity is affordable and available, which it is more often than not as of these last 2 years. I experienced the darkness so to say, and now the light is abundant and I appreciate, oh and how!

I remember the locals on the train staring at me, most spoke English, ad all were friendly when some interaction was made. Husbands would offer me their wives’ home made roti and daal. I usually accepted most of what people offered me. It became a Universal tradition for me to do so and to offer as well. I noticed most people in open spaces are more open than those in closed spaces like cities (Duh! that’s an obvious observation, one becomes their environment)

Only as of after my India trip have I limited what I accept, as it’s usually food and not the “healthiest”. But I do appreciate the offer and do my best to keep my nose in my own business. As most do not understand I just keep it simple and say “I’m not hungry, or I don’t feel like it right now, but thank you anyway” and sometimes they push and force me to to take it and try it. I’ve noticed this in only a few cultures around the world and depending on what part of the country.

“Guests are God” is the motto of India and so it was never a surprise when I was offered a meal, invited to sit, eat or take something first, even the last available bed, it’s mine. In the beginning I’d argue and say no that’s ok, but soon realized it was an insult to not accept, so I just took it, putting my beliefs and customs aside. It’s important when traveling to keep one’s own beliefs and customs flexible and adaptable to the new environment and ways of life. It’s only temporary anyway, unless one marries into the family AH! It can be a challenge but it’s a fabulous way to settle the ego and learn to readapt the cells and it definitely helps with the growth and expansion of a being.

As if the train ride, being tedious and long as it was, wasn’t enough, let’s add a little frequent entertainment and reminder that food and drink are available almost every hour. During those 20 hours I must have heard the words “chai, roti, samosa” and a few others maybe 164 times if not more. People walk up and down the 3rd class cars repeating these offers and waking up many in the middle of the night. Apparently a 50mL cup of sugar with coffee (yes I mean it sugar with coffee, it’s really this sweet) at 2am is a popular requirement for some. I was and am grateful to this day for ear plugs.

Of course by the time we arrived to Kerela I was convinced that the destination was worth the journey and I’m thrilled that I didn’t and still don’t focus on the destination to anywhere, but rather enjoy the mystery of the journey unfolding. No expectations, maybe a little judgement at first, but eventually it becomes draining and judgement slowly slips away, and acceptance reveals its face. Hello acceptance! Hello Sacred Land! Hello Journey to the Unknown! I’m open to whatever you have to offer! I trust! I surrender! I’m yours to discover!

Scrumptious Borscht Soup

-2-3 L of water
-1 medium onion cubed
-1 cup cubed squash
-1 carrot grated or cubed
-1/2 cup kohlrabi or turnip cubed
– 1 celery stalk sliced
-bunch of stems tied (left over stems from dill, basil, parsley, etc. that you don’t use tie together into a bundle and throw into the soup for flavour)
-1 cup sliced cabbage
-1 tbsp (or more to taste) salt (use himalayan, sea, celtic,or black salt, never use iodized salt)
-1 tsp cumin powder
-1 medium red beet grated
-1 tbsp freshly grated turmeric or 1 tsp turmeric powder
-1-2 tbsp freshly minced/grated garlic
-1 tbsp freshly grated ginger
-1/2 cup finely chopped dill and parsley

Loving Preparation:
-Bring the water to a boil and add the next 7 ingredients. Reduce the flame and keep covered for 15min.
-Add the rest of the ingredients except the last 3 ingredients and continue to cook for 5 min.
-Turn off the heat and add the rest of the ingredients. Keep covered
-Leave for 20min to allow flavours to release
-The heat is turned off but the soup is not overcooking so flavours are recognizable and nutrients still remain.
-Remove the bundle of stems before the soup completely cools down if you wish.

To serve:
-pour soup into a bowl, a mug or any dish with a depth to it. Traditionally Russians serve borscht with sour cream, fresh lemon juice and fresh dill. I personally love to add freshly crushed/minced garlic and fresh dill to my portion.
-The second day after the borscht has spent the night in the fridge, often tastes so much better as the soup has had the chance to absorb all the flavours and really “marinate”. It’s amazing what a cold borscht on a hot day can do… its effects are similar to that of a cold gazpacho.

A beautiful colour, flavour and quite filling.

Bon Appetite!


recipes: nut milks (cashew and almond)



-1 cup raw cashews soaked 6hours in warm water (initially) or overnight
-2 cups water

Loving Preparation:

-Rinse and drain the soaked cashews then add them with the 2 cups of fresh water to a blender. -Blend until smooth and creamy.
(No need to strain as cashews are very creamy and not pulpy)
-Store in a glass jar in the fridge for up to 3 days.
-Serve and use as you would coconut milk or any other nut milk

For example: add to a chai latte, cereal, freeze with mango for a creamy cheese cake like dessert, replace in any recipe that calls for dairy milk, add your favourite spices and make your own yummy beverage.

For a flavoured Cashew milk:
Add any or a combination of the following:
-1 tsp orange zest
-1 tsp cinnamon powder
-1 drop cardamom oil or 1/4 tsp ground cardamom
-2 tbsp honey
-pinch of salt
-1/4 tsp vanilla bean or 1 tsp vanilla extract
-pinch of cayenne pepper (for spicy)
-1/4 cup goji berries soaked 20min

For Chocolate Milk:
-Add 2 tbsp cacao powder and any of the above optional ingredients

For Frozen Creamcicles:
-Freeze the mixture in a popsicle tray



-1 cup almonds soaked 6hours or overnight in warm water (initially)
-2 cups water

Loving Preparation:

-Follow the same procedure as the cashew milk.
-Strain through a nut milk bag, cheese cloth or a nylon stocking (never use until you boil the nylon stocking first for 5min to get out some of the chemicals)
-Serve and use the milk as you would with any other nut milk and use the pulp in desserts, salads, dehydrate and use in granola, as a substitute for parmesan cheese, in pestos, etc.

Use the pulp within 3 days, refrigerate. Or freeze in an airtight container for use later.






India Part 1: A traditional Wedding

Preparing for the wedding. Henna! First time I wore pink in almost 10 years.

The Bride’s Henna work took 7 hours to complete. Well worth it!

Wow! talk about a White Goddess in s traditional Indian attire! eh?

Stunning Goddesses from all over India gathered for this ceremony. Absolutely gorgeous attire.

Now this is what a call going all out with the whole shabang! White horses and a sparkling carriage. No pumpkin though. The final touch to a bright marriage

A few months before my departure, I began attracting a lot of Indian related energies around me, from massage clients, music, food, Hare Krishna, to the final sign that India was definitely ripe and ready to receive me to its holy land: when I noticed tons of billboards around Toronto for travel to India. How much louder could the signs be eh?
When I arrived, I wasn’t surprised by what presented in front of me. I was given a head’s up about what to potentially expect so it was rather exciting and like with all my adventures, I just went with the flow and let India guide me rather than vise versa (foreign territory for me physically), but familiar in the sense that I was traveling and I knew a lot about Indian culture thanks to friends, Toronto population, working in Indian restaurants, and participating in Hare Krishna events.
I was greeted at the airport by my couchsurfing host. is a website that lets people experience cultural exchange wherever they go, whether it be just to meet up for a meal, have a local show you around, stay for free in their home, and this way a cultural exchange can occur. In the 5 yrs of my travels, I’ve only had positive experiences. The references, profiles and my intuition make it an easier smoother journey and experience each time.
As I entered the home of my first host I was welcomed by his family but something unexpected and disturbing shocked me. My host had two 6 year old “servant” boys who jumped with terror when they saw me. I approached them to introduce myself as a polite guest of course but that only encouraged more fear. I soon found out that they had just left their village 3 weeks before my arrival, and I was the very first white person they’ve ever seen in their life. It was totally understandable why they treated me like an alien and after a few days they became less threatened and rather fond of me.
The boys’ parents were sick and couldn’t support them, so my host took them in to help support them, through work (cooking and cleaning) and monetary compensation was sent to their family. They were fed, clothed and sheltered, but still as they were “servants” they were to eat on the floor, and sit lower than the family. The cast system was still new to me at the time. At least the little boys were treated almost as family, rather than slaves and completely foreign.
The catalyst to my arrival in Dec 2009 rather than Jan 2010 was my friend’s wedding. Wow! was that ever an experience.
I was used to Indian traditions and culture from the age of 10 when I would frequently go over to my neighbours who would treat me as their daughter and invite me to all their home festivities. I was used to being the only white person and it was awesome and I absolutely loved it.
I adored the spicy samosas, daal, roti with butter, the sweets were my favourite (gulab jamam, kulfi, carrot halva, jelebee, etc.) and wearing the traditional Clothing. My neighbours were from the province of Punjab which is a little different than where I ended up for the wedding, Gujrat.
Talk about an experience. If you ever get the chance to attend a traditional Indian wedding, no matter where it takes place, do your best to make it happen! It’s really something special to experience.
THe whole process is fascinating, from the preparations before to the actual wedding, (the henna for the ladies was my fav, see the pics) and what leads afterwards.
The family is originally from Toronto, where I know them from, but it is not only cheaper to have a wedding in India but the amount of family they have, it just makes it so much easier and in a way “better” (maybe) to have it in India. Although the bride and groom only knew maybe 50 of the 1000 people there personally.
This is wear my initial exposure to what India was all about for me really simmered and revealed itself. Colours, spices, religion and Family.
Over 1000 people attended the wedding, again I was the only white person there and of course I loved it! Let me tell you! The traditional women’s dress called a “saree” looks just radiantly stunning on white women. It’s really something else. Actually, caucasians in general look amazing in it. I’ve seen some Spanish women with the long black hair, tanned skin and big almond green eyes and they look like they’re from Kashmir, as did I at this time. (I felt like I was in a Bollywood movie).
I danced, and I danced the way I know how (freestyle) so imagine a white woman in a saree dancing freestyle to Indian tunes… a recipe for laughter and fun beyond the traditional wedding.
The white horse, and sparkly carriage, the abundance of henna on all of the women, food, music, people and the lengthy ceremony. It reminded me a little of a Jewish wedding actually. What with the woman circling the man, glass being broken, and the “holy man” facilitating the ceremony through prayers and activations of the Gods to protect and join the two in matrimony. And remember there are 100’s if not 1000’s of Gods in the Indian tradition so you can imagine how lengthy this was. But fascinating and quite an honour for me to be present there.
I noticed it didn’t really matter how rich or poor someone was materialistically, when a woman even in the slums of India wears a saree, she looks like a Goddess, a queen, rich and powerful! The colours really excentuate and bring out the colours of vibrancy within. So the sarees of the women at this wedding, most middle class, were the most magnificent creations of sarees I’d ever seen. Like with most weddings, people go all out with their attire.
Most of the questions people would ask me at the wedding, especially the women, were “how’s the food? Do you like the food? What’s your favourite food here tonight? Do you like Indian food? How are you enjoying the food?”
Oh wow, Indian food, my favourite actually to this day, as per the flavours! It wasn’t the best Indian food I had that’s forsure, and for 1000 people I’m not surprised. The best food was with my couchsurfers from all over India during those 5months, but more on this later. There are 27 provinces in India and each has their own specialties and traditional ways of cooking. I was exposed to Gujrati food.
So that was how I started my journey. Gradually, I enriched myself with all of her glory and sacredness, for the land of India is truly like no other and definitely a place of growth and expansion took place in so many ways.