The door was open. Manohar thought it was one more temple.

He looked inside. Wondering which god he was going to find.

He quickly turned away when a wide eyed calf looked back at him.

It isn't another temple, he said, it's just a cowshed.

a checkerboard pattern some old men must have drawn yesterday

with a piece of chalk on the back of the twenty foot tortoise

smudges under the bare feet and gets fainter all the time as the children run

That nick in the rock is really a kick in the side of the hill. It's where a hoof struck

like a thunderbolt when Khandoba with the bride sidesaddle behind him on the blue horse

jumped across the valley and the three went on from there like one spark

fleeing from flint. To a home that waited on the other side of the hill like a hay stack.