So this is an Indian festival that we (my dad, aunt, uncle, cousin, and I) went to visit about 2 weeks ago. Usually, this celebration - where we dance to celebrate one of our goddess's victory over evil by dancing - lasts almost the entire night but here, it was only until about 11:30 to midnight. Try and spot me: it's not that hard. I apologize for the quality. Here is another one:
The previous one is faster than the latter. (The beginning of first one is a little too fast, I don't exactly know why)
I greatly enjoyed going there and this related to the unphotographable moment - where I chose to be in the moment and enjoy it by dancing my heart out until either my feet could not hold my weight, or my chest could not process the oxygen so fast, or until I sweated so much that I had to wait to take a breath. Even though I was celebrating the festival outside my birthplace, my homeland, I still felt at home, still felt connected. So I decided to share the moment. By the way, this festival is called Navratri. And I'm the one in the pink dress and black leggings.
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