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  • His back is all pierced with big hooks. A rope is tied to each hook and a big guy is pulling the ropes in the opposite direction to his every step along the way to the Batu Caves. I watch the skin of his back protruding. His eyes have been fixed on the road and when he all of a sudden swings his hand towards me with that look in his eyes I sense his deep and loud breath. Heart pounding.

    Under the full moon of the Thaipusam he is requesting favours, thanking for favours granted, wishing to atone for past misdeeds or simply showing his religious devotion.

    He is in a trance. Feels no pain, there is no blood, not even when they pull out the hooks later. And there is no scarring. Its because his being is attuned to spirituality and liberation from worldly desires after months of preparation.
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