In the towns of Rajasthan, everyone takes to the streets to celebrate a marriage. What a brilliant way to eliminate the cost of hiring a hall. The crowd gathers and gradually the musicians take their places and begin to play. At first there is some restraint but after the women encourage the children to join in the fun, the dancing takes a more serious turn.
It doesn’t take very long for the attention of the children to wane and they wander back to their families. More women step forward and fall under the trance of the music.
With all the bright-colored saris sparkling, the women are like a flower garden in summer with red and magenta the dominant hue.
Women of all ages join in the fun, their veils never slipping.
The men are more reserved, sitting stoically on the periphery observing. Occasionally one of the young men jumps up and joins in but mostly it is the women who dance.
As the music picks up, the dancers lose themselves. For a moment the women can forget their troubles as well as all the rules that society has imposed on them and allow the power of music and dance to transport them as they celebrate another couple’s union.