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He had barely stepped out of the room with Sidhu when the sweet sounds of the arati began. All at once the gongs, bells, drums and cymbals rang out together. From the southern end of the garden came the sweet music of the nahabat; the sound seemed to wander over the bosom of the Bhagirathi and melt away somewhere far off. A soft spring breeze carried the scent of flowers. The moon was just rising. It was as if arati were being made ready for the gods on every side. M. watched the arati in the twelve Siva temples, in the temple of Radhakanta and in the temple of Bhavatarini, and his heart was filled with joy. Sidhu said, "This is Rasmani's temple. There is worship here every day. Many guests and poor people come."