A tradition handed down through family lines, the dancers begin preparing for their divine roles at a young age, often in their early teens. Years are spent learning the skills required for every part of the tradition, from how to make costumes from coconut husks to the delicate art of face painting.

In the weeks leading up to a ritual, this dancer lived a life of purity. He consumed no meat or alcohol, nor did he lie or speak badly of others. He prayed at the temple daily and cleansed himself before the dance.

He began the day’s events by singing and chanting stories in minimal costume. Only now, once painted and dressed in his most elaborate attire, is his transformation complete. Only now is he fully channeling Kutty.

Kutty spins for what feels like ages. Sometimes he spins so quickly it’s hard to focus in the low light. Other times, he spins slowly, as though drunk or dazed. Members of the crowd cautiously approach him bearing crumpled rupee notes, pressing them into the god’s hands for a blessing as he continues to spin.

These rituals can go on for hours, depending on how long it takes for the god to enter a trance as he dances and spins to the drums. I couldn’t say for how long he danced; perhaps hours, perhaps minutes. Time is nonexistent in the face of such captivating ritual.

Elaborate head gear and costume, each different and unique.

Devotees asking for blessings.