The silence of the afternoons is much at odds with the relentless cacophony of the mornings and evenings. It is not new, though the festival season gives a phillip to it. Many popular tunes are parodied to praise the goddess and my ears also detect some "Jai Hind" by the end of some songs; this part is definitely new. The local voice is mostly pleasant on the ears except when it goes off-pitch and gets magnified by the mike. Then like in typical rural community-celebrations, you hear sundry conversations happening around the temple; men urging the 'mahiLa mandaLi' to hasten with their offerings, women's delighted giggles, which they obviously know are being heard by the village, children taking turn to sing songs in a loop...beyond a point, all the noises merge and slowly fade away from the brain....I only wish they hadn't started as early as 4 in the morning.
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