Serendipity

For whatever reason I couldn't muster the energy to go food shopping on Friday after work.  On Saturday I couldn't face descending into the underground public transport system and opted instead to walk the half dozen blocks to Little India.

It was clearly mean to be thus.  It meant that I approached Buffalo Street in Little India from a different direction and found myself passing the Indian Heritage Centre where a display of cultural dance (and music) was underway.  Silly me did not photograph the first few dance troupes even though those around me were filming entire performances.

So what you get here are just two of about 6 - first a dance by women preparing a bride for her wedding. (Moslem, Kerala, according to the description that preceded it).

And a Malayalam  group (also Kerala, South India - nothing to do with Malaysia)

There were some fabulous robes across all the dance groups, and real joy in presenting their pieces for the onlookers.  A serendipitous outcome of a couple of lazy decisions on my part.  Fate (if you believe in such things) had clearly determined that I should be there, in the place, at that time to enjoy the entertainment.