The Avatars

Three decades ago, outside the Gateway of India pier, a crowd of men and women wearing uniform clothes, wait expectantly, on a full moon night, to board a local cruise boat, to celebrate the birthday of one of the Avatars. Unfazed by the curious glances of the onlookers, they all wear a badge depicting a cobra hood protectively covering their beaming Masters. Finally, the Avatars emerge out of a Maruti Zen car.  The bawaji sports long hair and a lush beard, dyed jet black. With twinkling eyes and a robust build, he is not a bad-looking fellow. The maiji, older......


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