When venturing into the ancient city of Patan, across the Bagmati River via the "Japanese Bridge", we were walking along, and, turning a corner, came across a procession. Led by the cacophony coming from an assortment of men playing instruments, followed by rows of ladies in their finest parade saris - red, pink, or one renegade in yellow - was a grandmother being carried aloft in a palanquin (chair) with decorations of winged horses on it.
For one of the major groups of Nepal, the Newars, when one attains the age of 77 years and 7 months and 7 days, they are no longer mere mortals, but become gods, dyas, (those that can fly.) The ceremony, Buraa Janko, starts off with the washing the new god's feet in milk, and marks the occasion of the transformation from human to God. They become fliers who are far-seeing and insightful elders.
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