GOD? The word followed by a question mark means a lot.
Body like banyan tree (I have no idea what it means)
Eyelashes like a cow
Thighs like a deer
Chest like lion
Voice like a duck
Blah blah….. his further euphemistic exclamations and metaphorical retorts sounded familiar to me. Yes Director Bhagyaraj would describe her heroine in his movies in one of its kind!
Black hair and dainty hands could boost her with extra marks.
The selected candidates were further filtered with their horoscope. It was more or like a rejection panel.
Finally a few picked out candidates were checked for serenity and fearlessness in the selection finale. On the “ kalratri or Black night” (of course all nights are black only) the finalist were taken into taleju temple and released into a courtyard where 108 buffaloes and goats were sacrificed. The most terrifying test is she has to spend a night alone in the courtyard. (if 6 to 7 guys were present they would have started with their Dhum Briyani preparation). If she is not showing fear then she is selected as Kumari.
She is neither allowed to leave the house nor to let her feet touch the ground.
Once in a day she will show her presence through a window to all devotes and taking her photograph is considered as a criminal offence.
The bald headed guy with gasconading gesture was our guide. This fervent guy was too exited about his eloquence and at one point of time we lost our interest and he stood like a Banyan tree with “ Yaaru illa kadaiku yaaru da tea aathura ” annotations.
This will be her house until she loses her purity.
I tried to peep into her room with my 21 X optical zoom.
Kumari makes no exception
Ok! I accept it was a bad photography.
Hibiscus syriacus exclusively grown for her.
The place where she flaunts her presence biennially
I left the place sadly as I couldn’t see a girl who is portrayed as living god.
But when I reached the road I saw a road side shopkeeper selling some images as a commercial by-product. To my astonishment they were selling kumari’s photo for money. Later I was consoled by the shopkeeper that she was ex-kumari and currently she was married with two children.
I took a snap of the snap and left place swiftly without listening to what the shop owner was chiding.
PS: I was immediately surrmounted by a battalion of military personnel with our Indian made Self loading Rifles(SLR) as I was accused of taking Kumari’s photograph.
Alas with my power of eloquence i convinced them for a Facebook Wall Pic.
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