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  • I walked in alone, towards the main sanctum of the monastery in Trongsa, Bhutan.
    As I approached, a young monk from a window above called out to me.
    "Ring the hanging bell before you walk in," he signalled to me.

    Now in Indian temples, that is *exactly* what one does. I thought nothing of it and rang the bell and stepped in.

    *Everybody* had stopped moving inside, as though i had yelled "freeze!"
    Some 80 pairs of robed eyes stared at me.

    And then a giggle issued from above, and another, and another!
    Then everybody burst out laughing, probably at my startled face.

    Then some mischievous grins told me, one never rings the bell. It calls the bad spirits.
    Or something.

    I wont know for sure, for the monks were in a devilish mood that day.
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