India, March 6 -- There was a small printer in the corner of the room. Rajan took the book and spread it open. Swati moved to help him, while Lakshmi perched on the table.

As the machine started to do its work, Swati asked, 'So where are we headed?'

Rajan paused and then, seeing the frown crease Swati's forehead, hurriedly said, 'Madurai.'

'What?' shouted Swati. 'I can't go to Madurai.'

'I know you are from there,' continued Rajan, frowning a little on seeing the shock on her face. 'But that is where we have to go. Our first stop on our pilgrimage was to a small temple outside Madurai - set into a mountain.'

'You can't mean Narasingam?' interrupted Swati.

'Yes, you know it?'

'I spent every Sunday for three years visiting that templ...