Polyandry: acceptable when the guys are in different countries

After seeing the caves and Justin spent time with the monkeys, we drive to another amazing and historical site. In a place called Dhauli is a structure named Shanti Stupa. Shanti means peace and stupa is a type of pagoda specifically for Buddhist relics. It is absolutely breathtaking. Unfortunately my camera battery died. Horrible. I know. This was the site of the Kalinga War where King Ashoka, upon seeing all the Bhuddist monks willingly sacrifice their lives rather than fight, converted to Buddhism. He became a great advocate of Buddhism and sent his own family members abroad as missionaries to spread the message of Buddha.

Krishnayya garu decides not to come with us to look around because his knees are bothering him. So Justin and I climb the steps and stare in awe at this magnificent structure. As we are going around the perimeter of the building we notice more steps and decide to find out where they lead. The path at the end of the stairs takes us through a few vendors selling sugar can juice and knick knacks. The path comes to an end at a small Hindu temple. This may seem odd to have a Hindu temple literally right next to a significant Buddhist site, but that's India for you.

As Justin and I walk around we are stopped by one of the priests. He asks us from which country we come and his english is quite good. He beckons us to follow him and we do. We've performed puja* before so this wasn't unusual or new. The priest takes our hands and has us form what would be described as a palms to the sky, fingers together ok sign. It gets a little weird though because he interlocks our hands. We don't think much of it and the priests starts chanting. He asks for our names and we give it to him. He adds them to the chanting and then asks for our fathers' names. Those are added to the verbal stew. 
Suddenly, he stops chanting and says, "You're married right?" We are...just not to each other. Knowing that it would be hard for him to understand why two married people are together without their spouses, I shoot a look at Justin for help. He says, "Yes. We are." and I begin to giggle because the thought of us as husband and wife is just that funny. He whispers, "Just go with it." So I do. Satisfied, the priest continues. Mothers' names are asked and given. Kumkum is placed on our foreheads. We look upon the deity's image and are told to think of any troubles we are having and that he will take care of them. The priest quickly mentions something about having an Indian wedding then continues on with the chanting. We are given red string which we must tie around each others right wrists, placing a marigold under the string. Finally, the priest places us shoulder to shoulder and puts our arms around each other. We must circle the temple once like this and return to him. 
As we are walking away with our arms around each others waist, the truth of what just happened hits us. That priest just married us. 
As we continue our walk around the temple I can't stop laughing. Justin explains that he thought saying yes would make the puja go faster. It did the exact opposite. We complete our journey and return to the priest. He finishes up the ritual by asking for a donation. Justin goes to pull out a 100 Rs note, which is more than we've seen anyone give, and is told that only 500 Rs notes will do. Justin gives me the "donation" to offer to the god's image since apparently the wife is the one who must offer it. Now the priest tells us that we must come back in one year to this same temple, but there's a stipulation on our return. We must come with our son and daughter that we will have within the next year. He makes us promise and that concludes our Hindu wedding ceremony...or so I thought.

*Puja is a Hindu ritual performed at temples to show reverence and devotion to a deity.