I am a black woman dating an indian man
When we went to India I was going to be meeting all different relatives and I was told I needed to touch feet as a sign of respect, and not doing so could make me look stuck up.
There was a big discussion about who I was supposed to touch the feet of and who not, I was very lost and confused.
Moral of the story I don’t really do the touch feet tradition anymore unless its someone a lot older and I see my husband do it first.
One of the biggest things I learned from marrying my husband was how to cook Punjabi food.
I learned the rest from my mother-in-law and from the internet.
Since marriage my husband has “forgotten” how to cook.
Yeah your house has to stay clean, and you need to be dressed, and have some snacks on hand. Neighbors in india all talk to each other and come over all the time.
Everything must be super seasoned and have chilies in it. I love Punjabi food, but I also love things like mash potatoes and basic baked chicken.
The only that is hard for me to wear is the chunni.
A chunni is a long scarf that is worn over the shoulders, and in a Gurdwara it is worn over the head.
There were some special people I was supposed to cover my head for and also touch their feet, but there was disagreement between my husband, mother-in-law, and sister- in-laws as to who was important and not. So not to disrespect anyone I pretty much touched most people’s feet and was laughed at by everyone because I didn’t do it right. I pretty much hid in the kitchen at that point, volunteering to make food and such.
I still get embarrassed when I think about this story; I am currently glowing red right now!
Food is really important to my husband, as it is for most men actually.