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April 1, 2018
hundreds were pouring in and out of a cluster of temples across the Jahangir Mahal. It must have been an auspicious day, or else the locals wouldn’t have turned up in such great numbers, attired in their colourful best. The centre of action, I learnt, was the locally renowned Ramraj temple, where Lord Rama is worshipped more as a king than a god, so much so that he is honoured with a gun salute on Ram Navami. I wondered how I could have missed such a huge crowd in such a small place. Maybe
‘Yes. And there he took ill. He was taken to the Mission Hospital. The ambulance which took him there is still parked at the hospital.’ The hospital was only a few minutes away from the hotel. Parked in its compound was the skeleton of the ambulance—a 1930s or 1940s version of the present-day SUV. Except
It did not take me even ten minutes to reach the Kalamandalam, which is a residential school that believes in the guru–shishya tradition and which imparts training in performing arts of Kerala such as Kathakali, Koodiyattam, Mohiniyattam and Panchavaadyam. Throughout the way, I tried imagining sights that were likely to greet me.