On a tour to India, the blogger (sorry, I just can’t get his/her name on the blog) at Passages from India, visits Safdarjung’s tomb . On seeing the many couples, the blogger observes

It was Noah’s Ark on a perfect Indian afternoon. Everyone scattered across the grounds was paired off by twos, and while they weren’t yet replenishing the world with new offspring, they seemed to be working their way toward that goal. It is a curious thing about India. Though it is forbidden for men and women to so much as kiss in Bollywood movies, the gyrations of their dance numbers make”Sex in the City” look like Dr. Ruth. [...]

Perhaps strangest of all, however, was that despite the public displays of affection, everyone was still staring at us. White folks get this wherever they go in India. I don’t really know why. It’s not like we came over on the Mayflower.