It was a moonless night when a crowd of villagers in Jasinapur sat under the shade of a huge banyan tree. This was their usual meeting spot, a place where they chatted their idle hours away. Gusts of wind often shook the nearby trees. Only the rustling of leaves and the animated conversations amongst the village folk could pierce the eerie silence of the night.
That particular night, they were discussing gods, deities, and the various tribal beliefs that people harbored. Just then, a man passing by stood for a few moments, listening in on their conversation. He then walked up to them and smiled merrily.
'I'm Jayant. I'm an archaeologist. If you don't mind, I'd like to join your discussion,' he said.
The villagers nodded as he sat on a large stone amidst them. Jayant was carrying a large picture wrapped in paper. The villagers looked at the picture and wondered what it was. However, they kept quiet out of courtesy, waiting for Jayant to speak.
'Friends, I'd like to show you something,' said Jayant, unwrapping the paper. He revealed the picture. The villagers looked at it, wanting to learn more about it.
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