A giant wagon, four stories tall and carrying about twenty people, is hauled down the road. The wagon is believed to be hundreds of years old and makes only this one auspicious excursion each year. It's upper structure is covered in flags, serving as a giant pincushion; the lower parts are decorated with limes, chillies, coconuts and various leaves. There are crowds of people filling the street who pelt the wagon with bananas, trying to get them into the door and fulfil their wishes, or relieve caste tension against the Brahmin (lightest skin) priests, I'm not sure which. Half-way a wheel on the wagon breaks, and the festival can't be completed. It's a terrible omen for the people who believe in this.
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