Chapter Twenty-Six
Cool clouds of Venkata where the lotus-eyed lord lives,
at his feet I am falling, the one who churned the conch-filled sea
if he enters me for just one day—then I can live
Nacciyar Tirumoli 8:7
‘Tomorrow, I am going to meet Krishnaveni—a siddhar,’ Vasur said. ‘There is not much time left.’
I looked across at Vasur, wondering what he meant and who Krishnaveni was.
‘One day, maybe two, we will be gone. We will take the train.’
Apparently, it was decided and that was all I needed to know. Vasur walked off toward the stables and I played with the fire in his pit, feeding it, turning the coals.
I felt ready for another journey with Vasur, but was curious all the way home to Bhavati’s house. Perhaps she knew something.
‘Krishnaveni Amma.’ Bhavati swam her head, press
