Usually, it was women’s traditional outfits that caught my eye in India, but in Gujarat it was the men’s. They passed by wearing white kurtas and dotis. Their heads were covered in a loosely worn, large, white turban that appeared to balance precariously as if it might topple off or unwind at any moment. Sadly, many of the younger men had already switched to western attire that was unsuitable for the north-western state’s summers.
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Strangely, the most undesirable part of India because of the dust and heat hanging over Gujarat, holds my best memories. We visited distant relatives of my father-in-law fifteen kilometres from Jamnagar. The village was pronounced Jee-whupar, but for the life of me, I can’t find it on any map. I’m guessing it’s been swallowed up by Jamnagar, a city with dusty roads back then that I was anxious to leave.