In a completely serendipitous stumble I found myself in the midst of Gods on Wheels. They motored by ever so slowly, smoke in their wake. Riding as they were in the backs of tractor trolleys, they might have been uncomfortable in the dust, Rajasthan sun, and the pounds of costumes and peeling make up they had on. But they consented to perform histrionics for the entertainment of the the thousands gathered to watch. In the aftermath of the harvest, every village in the region nominates vehicles, decorations and of course the Gods in full dress suit. And their belching tractors join a line of other belching tractors with their own Gods and depictions of adventures from Hindu scriptures. Alas, my time was brief but at least I got to bask in the omnipotence of faith.
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