Rajasthan in my lane...

It was a summer weekend extended family gathering in my neighbourhood .The family is from Rajasthan, and the first signs of that beautiful part of the country were there sand-laden cars almost choking the lane.
The second visible rajasthani delight was the ladies adorned in all possible bright hues one can imagine,however I  regret not seeing their faces almost always covered with their heavy chunri and sarees .
I completely surprised myself when I even enjoyed the loud folk songs played by one of  the drivers in the car.
The evening was full of change and surprises,I didn't mind hanging on my balcony enjoying all the activity in this otherwise sleepy place.What changed my day for the worse was the end of the gathering,not that the guests leaving made me sad.
It came as a shock when I realised that artificially enough ,most of the families coming out of the house ,almost all had not a single girl....strange isn't it...
I no longer liked the rajasthan in my lane.