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anymore,” he laughed.
He then began to scream and curse, rocking the cot from side to side. I
flattened myself against the wall, scared. My uncle and the adults went outside
to discuss this very bizarre occurrence but I hung back, afraid to move.
Finally, I got my courage up and started to inch towards the door and the
movement caught the man’s eye.
    “I’m scared,” he said,
pleadingly. Indeed, his eyes shone with tears and he looked just as scared as I
am sure that I looked. “Help me,” he said. I inched closer to him, and just as
I was nearly to his side, his eyes rolled up and he wiggled one arm just enough
to nearly grab me. I screamed and ran from the room. The cow herder continued
to scream after me, words that made no sense but the look on his face was no
longer scared, it was evil and it was a hungry look.
    He shouted that he would
be free again, that he had more life to experience, and we would not keep him.
He actually moved the cot over to the other side of the room by his thrashing
around. I stayed outside, peeking through the window or the door. I was
terrified. The man who was shouting sounded nothing like the cow herder.
    My uncle had concluded that
the cow herder was possessed. Something had possessed him while he had been out
in the field with the cows and my uncle had to perform a village exorcism
ritual to get rid of the demon inside of the cow herder.
    The exorcism was very
strange, something that I had not seen before. My uncle stuffed red chilies
into the ears of the cow herder, which made him howl in anger.
    Using an old shoe, my
uncle tried to force the cow herder to drink water from the shoe but the cow
herder tried to spit it back out. Finally, my uncle forced him to drink the
water. My uncle began to recite verses from the holy Lord Hanuman Chalisa, and during
these verses, the cow herders thrashing increased. He was now shouting threats
to my uncle and to my granddad, and even to us children. The things that he
said he would do to us were vile, evil things. The cow herder had a good, kind
heart so we knew that that this was our evidence that he was possessed. Never
would he harm any of us, or burn our house down to the ground as the demon was
saying that he would do. 
    My uncle never lost any
resolve to exorcise the cow herder, even though the threats grew more and more
horrible. I was sobbing by this time, huddled with my other cousins. The cow
herder had his eyes rolled back, straining against the ropes, the veins in his
face and neck were so pronounced under his skin that I thought that they would
burst through his skin.
    My uncle then took some
stones from the street and held them in his hand and he began to recite mantras
for exorcising evil spirits. The first time he said it, the cow herder roared
in rage, the demon within him recognized the mantras and it was fighting. He
tried to shout over my uncle but my uncle recited the mantras in a steady
voice, holding the tiny stones in his hand.
    When he was done with the
mantras, he said it again, still holding the stones. Over and over again my
uncle said the mantras and with each recitation, the cow herder grew more
violent, more enraged and the crude, violent threats that he were describing
that he would do got worse and worse. I sat with my hands over my ears, trying
to block out the sound of his voice but it did not work. His voice echoed in my
head.
    My uncle recited one
special exorcism mantra one hundred and twenty one times and then when he had
said it for the last time, he threw the tiny stones over the body of the cow
herder. The cow herder’s body flexed so that his back was arched against the
bonds as best as it could and he screamed, a primal rage of a scream and then
he stopped screaming and sagged, limp against the cot.
    His face smoothed out,
returning to normal and he appeared to be sleeping, his breathing was deep and
shallow and then with a jerk, he woke up. He was afraid and told my uncle that
he had been with the