Holy Encounters of the Third Kind

Kumbh, Uncensored

Holy Encounters of the Third Kind

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hen millions converge on the banks of a river to pray for divine intervention, the cosmos tends to plot fated meetings, the kind that could not happen anywhere else. And so it did, in the bylanes of Ujjain as the swarm started dissolving into the night after witnessing the maha aarti.

As we pushed our way through the crowds, a strapping young man accosted us. He started the conversation with the offer of a leg massage and immediately saw alarm in my eyes. Then in an attempt to allay my fears, he leaned in and let me in on a secret. “Didi, main kinnar hoon.”

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