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her. Slowly, steadily she walked to the cave below the temple of<br />
Chinnamasta. The door swung open as her foot touched the step.<br />
She could see the jatadhari at the altar. His skin gleamed bronze<br />
in the light of the oil lamps. The russet locks coiled like serpents<br />
down his bare back. His eyes glinted like the flames of earthen<br />
lamps that were lit in buffalo heads, sacrificed for the boon of a<br />
long life. Only a patch of red cloth covered his genitals. Hibiscus<br />
flowers lay strewn about, like fresh blood.<br />
“I knew you would come.”<br />
She climbed down the stairs to him.<br />
“No peace of mind?”<br />
She did not reply.<br />
“No one can claim peace of mind.”<br />
She turned her eyes from his face.<br />
“We hold our souls together with the skins of sacrificed animals.<br />
No peace of mind.” He reached for an earthen pot and took a<br />
swig of local brew as he rose. He signalled her to come closer. She<br />
sat on the lowest step hugging her knees. His raw odour wafted<br />
to her.<br />
Picking up another earthen pitcher, he drained it. He lifted<br />
an earthen lamp from the altar to her face. Her copper hair<br />
gleamed like a machete.<br />
The lamp light flowed down her sharp nose, the soft lips. It<br />
rippled down the smooth curve of her fair neck to her full breasts.<br />
A rush of waves. A gentle tremor. The silken spread of light<br />
engulfed them.<br />
The Man from Chinnamasta