The next day being the main Yellow festival day, I joined the crowd of devotees en route to the temple. I witness Baba being surrounded by furiously religious crowd throwing a mixture of Haldi and dry coconut on him. Huge umbrellas brought in to welcome the Baba to the temple, accompanied with a procession with drums and traditional music. As soon as he entered the temple, Baba attained a trance mode that made him jump and dance that lasted for nearly 10 minutes. The Baba then went ahead to foretell his predictions about farming, rain and future conditions in Kannada, his trance language, which was translated by the priest.
4 AM. Benaras is sleeping. The stars are dead. The people are hollowed out like the inside of a drum playing the same beat it grew up to...