My friend Sultan went with me to Manaikili, about four kms from Bagdal, for the Dhasera festival. This small town is a place where thousands come every year for Dhasera. There was a long, slow line to go to the main temple. Many speeches were given by both Buddhist and Hindu leaders under a large, colorful tent. Holi man, cobra, Tad, and my little buddy with his new shades, Nagaraj, on our way home from the festival. It seemed a bit like a state fair with food and trinket booths. I headed back to Hyderabad by bus to attend a Walima.  This is the festival hall for the Walima, the post marriage dinner. The upper level is for the bride, the women, and girls and the lower level is for the groom, the men, and boys. The groom was the brother of Ismail's wife Rukiah. The walima dinner that evening was a great place for chicken and mutton curry. They took good care of their vegetarian guest (me) and piled vegis, rice, curd, and a paper thin roti in front of me until I was stuffed. And then came the sweets. This was a chicken mash of some sort...if you know the name please tell me. Back in Bagdal after a four hour bus ride, Mustafa and I are going over my phrasebook which he loved looking at. He would enjoy reading both the English and Urdu phrases with me. Abed, his youngest son, is next to me.