ABSTRACT
In a small town in south India was a very old woman, who lived in a small house that nestled the walls of the local temple. She spent most of her days on the tiny porch seated in a rickety chair observing the lazy pace of small-town life. She marked her long, endless days with waiting – eager for the moment when her beloved goddess and her consort would emerge from within the temple walls and stop before her house. She drank in the divine sight of their richly adorned bodies: her gorgeous crown, his dashing turban; her bright green parrot, his ashing discus; her sinuous form, his mysterious smile. She could recall from memory the vision of her gods, Viu and his bride, . Her sightless eyes followed their beautiful forms, even as they disappeared around the corner to continue their sojourn around town.
