Rohit ended the call and moved toward the growing commotion near the food distribution area.
At the very least, the crowd management had improved slightly this time. Separate lines had finally been formed for men and women before entering the temple premises.
Near the center, a massive steel bowl nearly a meter wide had been brought forward to distribute khichdi onto thermocol plates.
The familiar smell instantly reminded Rohit of the same simple meal he had eaten after returning home from the hospital with his injured hand.
Most people quietly carried the prasad away with them after receiving it, but a smaller group had gathered nearby around what appeared to be a heated argument between a local girl and a foreign couple.
The scene was rapidly attracting attention.
More and more people slowed down to watch, and the sight of several phones already recording the confrontation gave Rohit a rough idea of what was happening.
