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2023 - The Year That Was

Places impact you for a variety of reasons. And the same place impacts different people in different ways. This is especially true when it comes to spiritual experiences, where every single person’s experience is unique. And personally, every spiritual experience is unique, the same person can have different deeply spiritual experiences at different places, at different times. This thought has emerged because of my own experiences over the years, but especially so this year, with different and unique experiences at various places I have visited recently. I began this year with a visit to Baroda (Vadodara) with friends. It was meant to be a relaxed trip, a touristy trip, with our sons. We enjoyed ourselves to the hilt, but the highlight of that trip was a visit to the Lakulisha temple at Pavagadh. It was the iconography of the temple that I connected with, and I spent a few hours simply lost in the details of the figures carved around the temple. There was an indefinable connect with

Stories of the Desert

“It takes a thousand voices to tell a single story” 

                                   – Native American Saying
All of last week, sitting on my computer, trying to write the next post in my Suryagarh series, I was lost – for words, for ideas, for inspiration. Most of what I wanted to say had been said by others before me, and I began wondering if I should be writing at all. Then, this morning, I stumbled onto this quote, and suddenly, the ideas poured forth, as if a thousand voices were indeed telling me their own stories! And therefore, without much ado, here they are…

A temple stands in the desert, the golden stone shining in the morning sun, a bright red jeep adding a dash of colour to the scene. The priest who drives the jeep tells us the deity is called Muhar Mahadev, and he once stood amidst a village, which has long been buried under the sand. Around the temple are what appear to be smaller shrines, each a block of stone topped by a Shivling and Nandi. I wonder if these are samadhis or cenotaphs, and the priest corrects me. These are thanksgiving offerings to the Lord, for fulfilling the wishes of his devotees, an ancient custom in these parts. I think of how interesting customs across the country are, and go on clicking them, not even realizing that the others are ready to leave. I don’t miss the cars, but Sid does, which is his story, and therefore best told by him. Read about it here!


Our next stop is another temple – Nabh Dungar, situated atop the highest point in the region. The goddess here is one of nine sisters, located across Jaisalmer, each one a caretaker, or protector of the area she watches over. Interestingly, the idol of the goddess is a block of stone, on which are engraved, apart from her, various other deities. In front of her is her Lord, Mahadev again, this time, perfectly spherical – an interesting form. The priest here has loads of stories too, but isn’t too clear on who the other deities are. “How does it matter?” he asks. “You can think of them as any of the gods you want them to be. The important thing is that they are gods!” He does point out that the stone the goddess is inscribed on, isn’t from these parts. It has obviously been brought from elsewhere, probably by the traders of long ago. I wonder where she is from, and make a mental note to visit all her sisters on my next trip to Jaisalmer, whenever it is!


The sun shines brighter than ever, winning a battle against the monsoon clouds as we approach  Lodurva, the ancient capital of the region, before Jaisalmer came into being. There is just a village here now, and some ancient Jain temples, which have withstood the test of time, and thanks to some renovation, show us just how beautiful temples can be!

Lodurva once stood on the prestigious silk route, but repeated attacks led the Bhatti Rajputs to look for a more secure capital. They chose Jaisalmer, and Lodurva faded into oblivion, till its Jain temples were restored. There are more temples here, in varying stages of ruin, and more are being excavated today.

While the temples are interesting, and their story makes me wonder what Lodurva would have been like, in ancient times, the story that stands out here is a modern one, of a villager from this unheard of village, who is on Twitter, and who, recognizes and befriends us! Again, this story is not mine to tell, but you can read a first-hand account here if you can read Hindi, or the closest account in English, once again from Sid, here.


On the outskirts of the village, we stand on the mountain ledge, overlooking what appears to be just a valley, till we are told this used to be the river Kak. Today, the river runs dry, the monsoon not strong enough to bring on even a trickle of water. Here is a sort of shrine, in ruins, but telling us another story – this time of love and longing. This is the story of Mumal and Mahendra, a folk tale told often in ballads. Like all such stories, it is a tragic one, but standing at the spot where they met, I think of how exciting it must have been, braving the current to meet one’s lover, out of sight of the rest of the world! Nisha has a detailed version of the story on her blog, so head right over to read it!


If the desert has stories like these, of love and faith, it also carries along mysteries and curses. From the Khaba Fort, we gaze upon a massive village, completely abandoned, houses falling apart where they stand. This is one of the 84 villages of the Paliwal Brahmins, which were mysteriously abandoned overnight. The most popular among the 84 is the village of the Paliwal chieftain – Kuldhara, which we visit later, in the night, but the Khaba village is our first introduction to the tragic story of the Paliwals.

The Paliwals were a community of traders who settled in the desert, and lived in harmony with nature, devising simple, but efficient techniques to conserve water and cultivate crops. They built an intricate network of canals and tunnels, only traces of which remain today. They actively traded with the merchants who came via the silk route, and soon grew in wealth and strength. However, along with prosperity, came jealousy and rivalry, and they became the object of wrath of the local rulers. Cenotaphs mark the graves of those tortured to death, and Sati stones are grim reminders of women forced to follow their dead husbands. The bitterness, hurt and disappointment seem to hang over these areas, leading to rumors of haunting and ghosts.

The story of the Paliwals however, hangs on just one incident – the Diwan’s lust for the Paliwal chief’s daughter. It is said that the Diwan caught a glimpse of the beautiful girl, and wished to marry her. She, unwilling to tie the knot with a man known to be cruel and sadistic, killed herself, and her family, knowing that the Diwan would avenge the slight, decided to abandon the village. It is said that the community, in an attempt to avoid the brunt of the Diwan’s anger, abandoned their villages, all 84 of them, in one night, and disappeared! What happened to them is the stuff legends are made of. Did they really manage to escape? Were they caught by the Diwan and his men, and killed in their own tunnels? Did they, indeed leave their villages? Did the girl kill herself or was she killed? There are as many stories as there are villages, but there is just one fact that remains – that the villages lie abandoned, roofs falling in. The village temples still stand, but bereft of idols, which are believed to have been carried away by the Paliwals when they left. Standing amidst the ruins, it is easy to believe that a curse does lie over them….

I take off my shoes to cross a seasonal stream, and as I walk over the wet sand, which sinks under my toes, I think of how time has shaped this land, telling us its own story in the process.

Here, at some time, flowed a river. Here, everything was wet and green. And then, time passed, the river dried, the earth rose up, and sand and stone took over. At places, there is clay, elsewhere the golden stone which is so coveted; now and then, we catch a glimpse of reddish rocks.

Time has altered too, the stories this land has told. Ancient men may have lived by the river, till it eventually changed its course. They made way for the desert nomads. Traders found their way here, and villages sprang up once again, only to be left abandoned and forgotten. Men lived, loved, gained, and lost, and time passed on, leaving only memories behind. Their stories are here, waiting to be heard.

All we need is the will to listen, to understand. For, how true is it, that all these voices tell us that one story – of the desert!

I was invited by Suryagarh , Jaisalmer, to experience the Monsoon Magic in the desert. These stories are from the various places we explored during our trails, which was appropriately themed ‘The Desert Remembers’.


  1. A nice way to wrap up the series Anu! Or are there some more stories coming out?
    Since (as you said) most of it has already been said, I am taking it slow. ... not to give readers an overdose of the place. :P

    P.S.- Why have you given short feeds to your articles? Can't read it full on RSS feeds.

    1. Thank you, Nisha! and no, its not the last, but sort of the last among the stories... am winding up the series with my thoughts about Suryagarh. I enjoyed reading your Mumal and Mahendra post, and looking forward to the others. I am sort of in a hurry to finish this so then i can get back to my Kochi posts :P About the rss feed, most of my articles are long ones, so i thought it would be easier to have only the short feeds on rss.. and also, a bit hoping that ppl will actually come visit the site and leave a comment :P

  2. Interesting stories about a wonderful place.

  3. Just awesome!

    Reminded me of my visit to Kuldhara; thank you :)

    1. Thank you, Bhavesh! I remember seeing your post on Kuldhara, had no idea then I would go there myself :D

  4. It is fascinating, and I have enjoyed the articles you've written. Very insightful! It's obvious that the area's rich and ancient history brought out the philosopher in you - I really enjoyed your insights. Thanks for exposing me to an area of the world I would never have known about except for your blog.

    1. Thank you so much, Natalie! I am so happy that I have been able to showcase a part of our country.. but more than anything, thanks so much for the appreciation!


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