Last night I had one of my many "only in India" moments. At around 8ish my doorbell rang, it was my landlady (they live on the ground floor) asking if she could go on my back balcony to look at the moon. She was dressed up in a very lovely sari and carrying a tray with a candle on it and some sweets. So I let her through and opened up the door to my back balcony so she could look at the moon.
Why did she want to look at the moon? There was no eclipse, it wasn't even a full moon.
Well....yesterday was the day when all the married women are supposed to fast for their husbands' health and they aren't allowed to eat until they see the moon and seeing as I live two floors higher than her she could get a view of the moon about 20 minutes earlier from my place than hers and she was ready to finish fasting.
So she went out back and said her prayers for about 5 minutes and then came back in, gave me one of the sweets as a thank you and then went back downstairs so she could eat her dinner.
Definitely one of those things that would never happen back home.
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