Pilgrimage Diaries, Day Four, Purple Rain, Priests, & Devotees

Today was my last in Cidambaram by myself. I made a point of getting to the Great Temple at the earliest hour for darshan—-the young Diksitar Pujari today was resplendent in purple dhoti, women sang songs of devotion, and there was anga parikrama, a circling of the sanctum courtyard by full body length rolling. Let me tell you what happened today.