O'er the wide earth, and tells us all are ours.
A hundred lights in every temple burn,
And at each shrine I bend my knee in turn.
Walter Savage Landor
This little temple of unknown age and provenance, is located at the head of the Annandale Valley. Noone ever goes there and noone has ever been seen praying there. But it has a dozens of little coloured threads hanging over its doorway, probably tied there by hopefuls asking the deity for favours.
S likes the place so much she hopes to get married there! More power to her wishes. May Shiva help her find her soulmate...