India has 828,804 polling stations in the current general election, but one of them is unique. It has just one voter. The BBC's Soutik Biswas travels into the forest to meet him.
In a desolate, seemingly endless, lion-infested forest in India, a single man waits to exercise his fundamental right.
On 30 April, five polling officials accompanied by two policemen will travel into the wild to pick up the ballot of Guru Bharatdas Darshandas, who looks after a temple in the Gir forest in the western state of Gujarat.
Mr Darshandas is the only voter at the polling station of Banej in Gir, the last abode of the Asiatic lion.
Barely a few hundred metres from the Shiva temple where Mr Darshandas lives and work is the freshly whitewashed forest office that will serve as the polling station.
Isolation
In the search for Mr Darshandas, I travel over stony, brown earth and parched rivers and thin streams, past cacti and bougainvillea and trees wilting in the oppressive heat.
I pass sluggish deer and antelope and wild cats and buffaloes tethered to huts.
It is 100F (38C) in the shade in this sprawling, 1,412 sq km forest and even our beat-up SUV is groaning.
I spot none of the more than 300 lions that live here; the heat must have driven them deeper into the shade.
As a pallid dusk descends on the jungle, I reach the temple - and Mr Darshandas's lair - in Banej.
It has been a back-breaking trip from the nearest city of Junagadh, more than 100km (62 miles) away. Banej is part of the Junagadh parliamentary constituency in a state where the Hindu nationalist BJP rules.
The temple is unexceptional, and it is difficult to ascertain how old it is. It sits atop an outcrop and a steep stairwell leads up to it. A fish-filled brook gurgles past and the mating call of the peacock punctuates the silence.
But when we arrive, the solitary voter is missing - gone to the nearest village outside the jungle, nearly a two-hour drive away, for "some chores", I'm told.
"Wait for him for a while. He will be back soon," says his cook, feeding a peacock near the brook.
Time stands still in the forest. I am beginning to get a bit worried about how we are going to make our way out when darkness falls.
Then Mr Darshandas drives into the temple in his pale green SUV.
In his sunglasses, open-buttoned khaki shirt and ochre sarong, he looks a contented man. His flowing white beard is tied into a neat knot. He is loquacious, unusual for someone in such remote isolation.
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