A little red stain appeared on a tree once. An old woman would visit the tree every evening to plant the stick of incense on her way back from the aarti at the temple. Noticing the stain, she sprinkled a few leftover flowers on it. The next day, a small worshiping crowd gathered around the tree. A local priest was designated and it became a shrine where several people gathered frequently. In a few months, word had spread and more people from far off places began to visit. A few years later a small temple was built around the tree. Soon, hawkers gathered around the temple, selling garlands and knick knacks. A young woman once came to visit the shrine. A little red stain appeared on her saree and she wasn’t allowed to enter.