We met Nick and Tina one evening on the roof top terrace of Kaiya House - we'd just come back from the Abba Restaurant, on the North Cliff, where we'd chilled our tongues with icy Kingfishers, marvelling at the sunset - a Jack Johnson CD was playing on the sound system -
Nick and Tina were from the north of England - they were larger than life characters, open hearted, brimming with love for each other -
They invited us to witness the blessing of their marriage in the nearby temple - Debra, our Delphic hostess, had arranged for this ceremony to take place the morning we left for Murari -
Within the precincts of the temple, we saw an ancient Banyan Tree, heavy with a fruit of dolls -
Debra turned towards us - we'd been following her slender silk clad figure across the courtyard - it's a baby tree she said - it's for babies -
I stared at the votive offerings, the small bright hanging figures - a sense of horror stole over me - what terrifying, ardent, vows, I wondered, had been made here, in this scorched silence?
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