I will be with you always,
 Your air, your sun, your rain.
  I will think about you always
  You have found a way to put me in chains.
 
  I will be near you always.
  Be your spark and your lights
  that shines the steps when it gets dark, 
  that illuminates your dreams and wishes,
  and gives you the courage to get up.
 
 I will be with you always.
 Greet the sunrise
  With a gentle hug and greeting of Good Morning,
  with coffee and a crisp French croissant.
 
  I will be with you always.
  On the days when you feel blue,
  I will be near to cheer you.
  There is sadness without you.
  There is loneliness when you are not close
  I will be with you always. 

On a chilly December morning, as the first rays of sunlight pierced through the veil of fog created by the condensing water vapour rising from the forgotten Adi Ganga river passing nearby, it revealed the silhouette of a massive and ancient banyan tree the likes of which perhaps nowhere else could anyone find. The golden beams of the sun darted through the few gaps in the mighty banyan’s enormous and thick foliage to cast down a mosaic of dancing and dazzling yellow shapes on the green and brown earth below and the smoking river surface.

The dawning rays further unveiled a crumbling and archaic Hindu temple of thin and exposed skeletal bricks, fifty metres from the old banyan, covered in sprouting wild vegetation, housing a unique deity of Goddess Kali made of eight rare metals, worshipped by the villagers every day.

The deity was believed to be very powerful and…