At a Jain temple, the small daughter of the Hindu priest, followed me with giant opal-colored eyes, until she poked her older sister enough to muster up the courage and say, “Do you LOVE him?” Later, their inquisitive aunties fed me an apple, pulled me inside the temple, and whispered “Is it love?”
At night, they walk, jump, and roll over a bed of burning red coals, and the next day, they climb the sword ladder.At the top there is a platform, where the participants are meant to feel a connection with the gods above.