By Sheela Jaywant
I had not seen Jesus’ photograph in anyone’s house before. He was Goanna’s god; you know, some worship Shiva, others Vishnu, or Hanuman or Manguesh/ Subramanium/ Durga/ whoever. Up on the wall, framed in a picture, like the others, He wore no jewels, no silk clothes, no colourful mukut on His head, had no weapons or musical instruments in His hands, no animals or trees around him. The “photograph” showed His face drooping, a halo around the head, eyes closed; not in good health, I thought. No garlands, no bright flowers, no rice, no coconut, no halad-kukum, no incense burning before Him, nothing cheerful.
