I fell in love with this temple the first time I set eyes on it. Back in 2017 , I had been excited to see yet another Yogini temple, when I visited Puri. The resort I was staying at (and writing for), had arranged for a car and driver to take me around. The driver was happy to take me to most of the places I wanted to go, but when it came to Hirapur, he was appalled. He knew of the temple, but had never been there. It was a tantric temple, one not visited by women, and certainly not women travelling alone. He tried to convince me not to go, but my stubbornness and persistence paid off, and he reluctantly agreed when I told him that if he didn’t take me, I would find another driver who would. All along the way, he kept going on about the sinister things that happened at the temple, the tantric rituals that were performed at night…. An Odisha brahmin who took his religious duties very seriously, to the extent of stopping the car to perform the sandhyavandam when he deemed it time, he...
Skeins of wool..............
some set to be wound, some already wound, ready to be knit into sweaters, mufflers, socks or booties.... My fingers itched to pick up knitting needles again... craft something for Samhith... but when will I use them? Unless of course, next winter turns out to be just as cold as this one in Mumbai!
I am a big fan of such colorful scenes. Great catch Anu.
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DeleteWow...loved it...colorful
ReplyDeleteThanks so much Ranjana!
DeleteLove the colours and the textures, Anu. Was this taken in Shimla?
ReplyDeleteThanks so much, Sudha! yes, this was at Shimla
DeleteWow bright and lovely colors.
ReplyDeleteThanks Ashwini!
DeleteBright and beautiful!
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