The steps came too fast, the claps didn’t always land right, and I kept checking if I was doing it wrong. Everyone around me moved with such ease, like the rhythm already lived inside them.
Then something changed.
The dhol beat grew louder. The clapping found a pattern. My heartbeat slowly matched the music, and without realizing it, I stopped thinking.
I wasn’t learning anymore.
I was belonging.
No one laughed when I missed a step. No one corrected me. They just smiled and kept dancing, pulling me into the circle like I had always been there.
Under the open sky at Rann Utsav, surrounded by colors, laughter, and spinning dupattas, Garba felt less like a dance and more like a shared feeling.
By the end, my feet were tired, my face was glowing, and my heart felt full.
That night, I didn’t just dance my first Garba.
I danced my way into Gujarat.
Cultural DiscoveryFrom steaming dhokla to sweet jalebis dripping with syrup, every bite told a story of tradition. Learning to make rotla with my grandmother's hands guiding mine — this is how culture tastes.
Day 1
Emotional ConnectionI always wondered what 'home' meant. In Gujarat, surrounded by family who shares my eyes, my laugh, my stubborn streak — I finally understood.
Day 3
