We were married in 1978 and I was in India the winter of 1979. With the airport layovers and the train rides -- it took us 36 hours to get to Asansol. When we arrived at the station I was weary, to say the least. The family crowded around us and my husband's brother blew a giant shell to make an enormous sound in the streets that their son had come home with a bride. Then I was escorted into a bedroom laden with marigolds sewed together, given wonderful jewelry and a flower garland as well as a handmade shawl -- and told promptly to go to bed. I laid awake in the bed listening to what was happening in the next room -- not knowing the language was frightening to me. Not knowing the language, the customs, what was expected of me, those 6 weeks in India were extremely difficult.
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