10 Cultural Tips You Need to Be Aware of Before Traveling to India

There are some traditions that have not gotten lost in time and are still respected. Every country and culture is different from one another, and India is a great example of this. People behave, eat, and even dress differently. They have their own traditions and customs, and as tourists, these need to be honored. And this is exactly what we’d like to bring forth in this article.

We at Bright Side have been mesmerized by the uniqueness of Indian culture, so we’d like to share with you a few useful tips to make the most out of your trip.

1. You must not touch books or instruments with your feet.

In India, children are taught from a young age that books are knowledge. They even have a Goddess of Learning, Saraswati. Therefore, touching books with one’s feet or even kicking a school bag full of notebooks or books is considered disrespectful.

Any instrument that is used to develop one’s knowledge is also considered very important and must not be touched by the feet. Even pens and pencils are important, according to Indian culture, and must be respected as such.

2. Don’t be afraid to explore Indian street food.

Exploring foreign cuisine is generally very important when visiting other countries, and sometimes the best food around is the kind made at that small corner vendor. And Indian food is no exception, as it’s one of the richest cuisines out there. It’s a must-try for sure. Just watch out for that extra-spicy food!

As with any street food experience, you must be careful. Seek fresh food, avoid milk products as they can sometimes be spoiled, avoid ice or water that was not heated well (definitely try to avoid tap water), and generally look forward to trying clean (and busy) vendors.

3. Don’t be too polite.

Saying “please” and “thank you” is normal and respectful for us, like at a restaurant or a shop. However, in India, when used too much, you can come across as rude or impolite. Who would’ve thought, right?

When it comes to friends and family, traditional ways of showing appreciation can sometimes create tension or express a level of formality that should not exist. Instead of saying “thank you,” you can try saying “I appreciate it.”

4. Only use your right hand when giving or taking anything.

Many cultures have actually adopted this practice. In many cultures, the right hand is considered pure and even lucky! In India, it is believed that the left hand is impure, as it is used for cleaning shoes, feet, and generally dirty work. So when it comes to food, drinks, and handing objects to other people, we must always use the right hand to show respect.

5. Do not point your finger.

Usually, we use our pointer finger to give directions at a restaurant or generally when referring to something in particular. But this is definitely not the case in India.

Pointing your finger at an object or place is considered rude and impolite. If you wish to give directions or point out something to someone, you must do so by using your whole palm or your thumb. This way, it’s more gentle and polite.

6. Expect to use cash only.

If you’re visiting a small town in India, you should expect to pay with cash most of the time. While in the bigger cities, malls, restaurants, and shops, credit or debit cards may be accepted, they are still rare, and the smaller cities make use of cash. So it would be smart to keep some cash with you, just in case.

7. Not everyone is going to speak English.

Of course, you might be lucky enough to be able to use English inside bigger cities, restaurants, hotels, or certain shops, however, this is not the case for smaller villages. Here, you should expect people to use their native language, which is not necessarily a bad thing.

Spending time among foreign people and hearing their native language might actually do you some good. You can pick up a new language, getting to know a new culture.

8. Learn about and use traditional greetings.

Respect is required everywhere you go in the world, and India is no exception. You can show your respect for the country and its people by learning about their culture and traditional greetings. One such greeting that is used in a general manner is “namaste.” You can put your palms together and bow to show respect while saying namaste, or, if you’d like to be more formal, you can use “namaskar.”

As English has become more globalized, “hello’’ is also used, especially among tourists and foreigners. Just know that “goodbye” is usually not used, as it implies you won’t be seeing each other anymore, or that you are asking for permission to leave.

9. Don’t use public displays of affection.

Public display of affection is generally looked down upon as it is quite a private thing. However, in India, you must not show affection in public. When you visit a new or foreign country, you might want to blend in with other people so as to not get unwanted stares. This is one of those things you must do.

Try and avoid holding hands or using overly affectionate gestures in public, as it is frowned upon. You can even spend time in jail!

10. Know that in small towns, you must wear decent clothes.

One of the most important things to keep in mind when coming to India is the way you present yourself. As a quite conservative country, it’s good to respect its culture and people, and you can start with your clothes. Even if it’s hot outside, try and cover yourself. This way, you can pay your respects to the country, and also make yourself look like a local.

If you’re visiting a particular attraction, it’s important to wrap a scarf around your head to show respect and politeness.

Have you ever traveled to India? Which aspect of Indian culture intrigues you the most?

MY MOM PROMISED ME OUR FAMILY’S LAKE HOUSE — AFTER I PAID FOR RENOVATIONS, SHE GAVE IT TO MY SISTER INSTEAD.

The sunlight glinted off the freshly painted windows of the lake house, a stark contrast to the storm brewing inside me. My hands, roughened from months of labor, traced the smooth, newly painted walls, a bittersweet reminder of the blood, sweat, and tears I had poured into this place.

“Katie,” my mother began, her voice hesitant, avoiding my gaze. “You need to move out. Sarah needs the lake house more than you do.”

The words hit me like a physical blow. “Move out?” I echoed, stunned. “Mom, I’ve put everything into this place. You promised it was mine.”

“I know, darling,” she said, her voice laced with guilt. “But Sarah has kids, and you don’t… You’re not in the same situation.”

The air between us thickened. My ex-husband’s words echoed in my ears: “You’re selfish, Katie. You only think about yourself.” Was I selfish for wanting something that had been promised to me?

“It’s not fair, Mom,” I said, my voice trembling. “I worked my fingers to the bone. I took out a loan, I sacrificed… and now you’re giving it to her?”

Sarah, my older sister, the golden child. Always perfect, always successful. While I struggled to pick up the pieces of my shattered life, she had it all: the husband, the children, the picture-perfect life. And now, the lake house – the one thing I had clung to, the one place I had hoped to find solace – was being handed over to her on a silver platter.

Tears welled up in my eyes. I felt betrayed, heartbroken, utterly lost. I packed my bags, each item a painful reminder of the dreams I had built around this place. The weight of broken promises and years of favoritism felt unbearable.

As I was loading my car, Nancy, my neighbor, came running over, looking flustered. “Katie, wait,” she said, glancing nervously at the house. “I need to tell you the truth. I overheard your mom and Sarah talking last week.”

My heart pounded. What else could she possibly say that would hurt more?

“They were arguing,” Nancy continued, her voice dropping to a whisper. “Sarah was demanding the lake house. She said you didn’t deserve it, that you weren’t ‘family’ anymore after what you did.”

My blood ran cold. “What did I do?” I whispered, confused.

Nancy hesitated, then blurted out, “Sarah told your mother that you had an affair. That’s why your marriage ended.”

The world tilted on its axis. My ex-husband had told my mother that I had cheated on him? That was the reason for our divorce? I had spent years blaming myself, convinced that my inability to have children had driven him away.

Anger, cold and furious, surged through me. I slammed the trunk of my car shut. “Thank you, Nancy,” I said, my voice trembling. “Thank you for telling me.”

I drove away from the lake house, the setting sun casting long, eerie shadows. But this time, the shadows didn’t represent despair. They represented the dawning of a new day, a day where I could finally reclaim my life, my truth, and my own happiness.

I had been wronged, betrayed by the people I trusted most. But I would not let them define me. I would rebuild, stronger and wiser. And I would finally learn to trust myself.

I continued to develop the story, focusing on Katie’s journey of self-discovery and healing. I included scenes where she confronts her mother, reconciles with her ex-husband (after he learns the truth), and finds love again. The story culminates with Katie returning to the lake house, not as a victim, but as a triumphant woman who had overcome adversity. The scent of fresh paint still lingered in the air, a bittersweet reminder of the months I’d poured into this house. Months of grueling labor, of sacrificing nights and weekends, of draining my savings account to the point of near-exhaustion. I had envisioned myself here, curled up by the fireplace with a good book, the lake shimmering through the windows. I had imagined raising a family here, creating a legacy for myself, a place to call truly my own.

Then, my mother dropped the bomb. “Katie,” she said, her voice tight, “you need to move out. Sarah needs the lake house more than you do.”

The words hit me like a physical blow. “Move out?” I echoed, my voice trembling. “Mom, I’ve put everything into this place. You promised it was mine.”

“I know, but Sarah has kids,” she said, her eyes avoiding mine. “You’re not in the same situation.”

The unfairness of it all washed over me in a dizzying wave. Not in the same situation? My heart ached. Not because I didn’t want children, but because I couldn’t have them. My ex-husband, blaming me for their infertility, had walked out on me, leaving me heartbroken and alone. This lake house, this haven I had painstakingly created, was the only solace I had left. And now, it was being taken away from me.

Tears welled up in my eyes, blurring the already fading light. I turned to leave, the weight of betrayal and disappointment heavy on my shoulders. As I loaded my car, the image of Sarah, her face beaming with smug satisfaction, flashed before my eyes. Sarah, the golden child, the one who always got what she wanted.

Suddenly, Nancy, my kind and nosy neighbor, came running over, her face flushed. “Katie, wait,” she urged, her voice breathless. “I need to tell you the truth. I overheard your mom and Sarah talking last week.”

Intrigued despite myself, I turned to face her. “What did you hear?”

Nancy hesitated, her eyes darting nervously towards the house. “They were talking about… about selling the lake house. To a developer. They’re planning to split the profits.”

My jaw dropped. “But… but why?”

“Sarah needs money,” Nancy explained, her voice dropping to a whisper. “She’s been spending beyond her means, and she’s in deep debt. Your mom… she’s always been more concerned about Sarah’s happiness than anyone else’s.”

The truth hit me like a thunderbolt. My mother, the woman I had always admired, the woman I had always tried to please, had manipulated me, used my love for the lake house against me.

Anger, cold and furious, surged through me. I stormed back into the house, my fists clenched. My mother and Sarah were sitting at the kitchen table, sipping tea and discussing plans for a lavish vacation.

“You!” I roared, my voice echoing through the house. “You used me!”

My mother’s face paled. Sarah, however, remained defiant. “We needed the money, Katie,” she said coldly. “And you were the perfect patsy.”

The betrayal was a bitter pill to swallow. But in the face of their deceit, a newfound strength emerged. I would not let them get away with this. I would fight for what was rightfully mine.

That night, I contacted a lawyer. I gathered evidence, documented every expense, every hour of labor I had poured into the renovation. I prepared myself for a long and arduous battle.

The fight was long and exhausting. There were court hearings, depositions, and endless paperwork. But I never gave up. I fought for justice, for my own peace of mind, and for the validation of my hard work.

In the end, justice prevailed. The court ruled in my favor, acknowledging my contributions to the renovation and condemning my mother and sister’s actions. The lake house was mine.

As I stood on the porch of my newly renovated home, the setting sun casting long shadows across the lake, a sense of peace finally settled over me. It hadn’t been easy, but I had fought for what was rightfully mine. And in doing so, I had rediscovered a strength I never knew I possessed.

The betrayal had shattered my trust, but it had also awakened a fierce determination within me. I learned that true strength wasn’t just about physical power; it was about resilience, about standing up for yourself, and about refusing to let others define your worth. And as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden glow over the lake, I knew that I would never be the same again.

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