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Bodhgaya, Bihar, India

I was woken by drums. Sun festival, I found out later. A small procession going around the area. A couple of drummers and a keyboard player on a cycle rickshaw plus about ten or fifteen people, women and men. I go out onto my balcony, or ledge since they haven’t built the fence yet, and watch as they pass the hotel and then turn down a small mud path between small thatched roof houses. They stop outside one of the houses.