Music from what sounded like a drunken high school marching band reverberated down the street full cows, hucksters, potholes and people. I knew the cacophonous sound meant one thing – a celebration. Walking toward the rowdy music, I turn into a courtyard regaled in reds, oranges and the many colors of the rainbow as the misty morning light began to harden. A wedding was at hand! My visual love affair with India is renewed. She never ceases to surprise and delight in a visual feast for the eyes.