As I go around the ruins all I can think of is how beautiful this would have been during its days of glory. Maybe music filled the air when one walked along the banks of River Tunga-Badhra, hymns reverberated from the pillars of the temples and boulders around, and cries of the vendors was heard in the background.
This time as I heard the guide rattle away stories from history; my mind wandered to stories carved on the walls. I mentally made a note to thank my mom for all the bed time stories as I was able to relate the cravings to mythology. Connect the dots and discuss it. Once again I stood mesmerised by the musical pillars and stone charriot at Vittal.Recollected the day when I heard musical notes being played on them.
I walked along the river enjoying ice candies bought from a local vendor and watched people bargain with the boat man to cross the river.
While I waited for the sunrise on the Anjaneya temple I realised that visiting Hampi was not only about history; it was also about nature, the landscape views, the fusion of culture and languages.
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