Manjunath was 23. Manjunath was wearing a hooded, oversized black jacket with patterns resembling paintings of Pollock. It was raining more than a few hours everyday for six days continuously, it was drizzling that evening, he is kneeling before the image of Mary contained in a glass enclosing, situated in a meeting of four roads. Other devotees of Mary, a tiny sized man wearing a white dhoti, some sheep and a dog are frozen as images inside the glass dome and are safe from the rain, flooded by lights from all sides. Manjunath was alone outside it. He is praying…

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