You’ve seen the car and the bike; here is the heart of the matter. The car keys, and Dayalan’s motorbike key, are on the banana leaf with the offerings on the pavement in front of the car.
Some of the fruit was deliberately split open, by throwing it on the ground, or driving over it (easier said than done on my bike!); and some of the fruit was given to our household, i.e. Paul and me, the driver, the gardener, and as various crises occurred over the next few days, the plumber and the snake-catcher.