Last weekend, Yash and I, accompanied by our children, visited Jhansi in southern Uttar Pradesh for the wedding of a close relative. The bridegroom, Ansh, is the son of Krishna, Yash's first cousin. As Yash and Krishna's respective fathers were brothers, they would be considered to be brothers rather than cousins as per the culture and customs of northern India. So Ansh is Yash's nephew rather than a first cousin once removed. He always addresses Yash and me as Chacha and Chachi (uncle and aunt). In any case, Ansh is a regular visitor to our home. He often has to attend business meetings in our city, Lucknow. The children and I were very excited about attending the wedding, as it is a long time since we travelled away from home. We travelled by train. Now it would be true to say, I suppose, that you haven't really 'lived' in India unless you have travelled by train. Of course, it is just a personal opinion. But you experience so much in the Indian
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