Indians are built different

Last month, I was in lucknow, trying to find my way through the crowded streets when I heard loud music and saw a baraat (wedding procession) coming my way. Before I could move aside, someone thought I was a guest, handed me a flower garland, and pulled me into the dancing crowd. I tried to explain, but the uncle dancing next to me just said, “Beta, bas ek do step kar lo!” So, there I was, awkwardly dancing with strangers in the middle of the street. The groom even waved at me like I belonged there. I eventually slipped out after a few minutes, but for those few moments, I was part of a random lucknow wedding. Only in India, right.