We met Jamuna by chance...a kid who knits clothes and sells them near us. She is 13 years old and I am begining to believe that she is as wonderful as I had hoped (it sucks being so jaded).
Jamuna invited us to her house for a special Puja, blessing ceremony, that was attended by her whole family and done by their priest. The priest chants using an ancient sanscript that few understand except the priest. The ceremony involves a whole lot of rice throwing and giving of flowers and burning incense. Which was as interesting as it sounds until an ember flew out of the fire right into my eye...ended up in bed for the rest of the day and night, but all is well now.