Shyam was about three years old when I last saw him — fuzzy sand coloured hair, climbing the walls, trying to speak. Like most kids his age, he loved the temple on Sundays. There are all kinds of stairs, levels and everything was like a labyrinth for them. There was a lot of excitement in the air with the beating of drums as well as people dancing and singing. And the eating. He was known to snatch sweets from others’ plates.
He is now 22. He and his mum, Bhadara Kali, came down to meet me at th
