During our bike trip to Yaganti, we (Smita and me) were passing by this small village of Nandavaram. We were surprised to see a crowd of people. Initially, I assumed it to be a wedding, but even though we had a long way to drive, I thought of stopping to see whats going on.
When we went inside the village, we realised that Muharram was going on. This time I saw a different flavour of the observance. I had earlier shot Muharram in Hyderabad
Here it was more like a celebration, where all the villagers irrespective of their religion, came together.
The alams were being carried around the village and the crowd followed.
There were stalls from where people were buying sweets and were throwing towards the Alams to show their respect. As the sweets fell near, the children were picking them up and collecting.
Can you see the guy in the center? He did collect quite a lot of them.
Some people were playing drums.
Some were also playing with colours.
The Alams proceed…
There were people all over the place. Even the terraces of the houses were full.
Each time the stock of sweets finish, people buy more to throw to the Alams and eventually, kids get more to fill their stocks.
As the crowd moves, the dance becomes more intense.
Soon, we reached the point where the village road meets the highway. Can you see the statue of YSR waving?
The bus had to wait patiently for the procession to move.
It was time for us to move on for our final destination which was Yaganti.
I thank the stars for making us witness such an wonderful event. Thanks to Smita for asking me to stop, otherwise we would have missed the event. It was need a great experience.
Thank you for reading this post. Hope you liked spending time here. I will be back again with another interesting place.
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