“Is there a photo of your god in the house?” “Our gods are formless,” she said as she lit the pyre. “They are the forests, the skies, the mountains. In none of the Asur homes, you will find photos of any gods. We follow the Sarna religion. We are not Hindus.”
Outside, big speakers were playing remixed Bhojpuri songs. Women and men were dancing, drinking. In this remote village Sakuapani in Jharkhand’s Netarhat where there’s no mobile signal, the rituals of Vishvakarma Puja had managed to reach. Sushma Asur, a poet, was inside.