You never know what you will come across on the streets of Delhi. I always say expect the unexpected and this was truly the case last week. Our neighbor and then later our driver told us about a festival and procession that would be taking place on the street bordering our neighborhood to the south. We drove by in the morning and saw men setting up their food stands and huge caldron-like pots to prepare the food. Then in the afternoon, my mom, the boys and I walked with our driver to check out the festivities.
This procession, in honor of the mourning of Muharram, commemorates the death of Hussain, the grandson of the Islamic prophet Muhammad.
These beautifully decorated funeral biers were buried in the graveyard just on the other side of the street after the procession.
Apparently, flagellation is usually part of this commemoration but luckily for us, especially my boys, we only saw these sweet faces: