Of Fairy Tales and Fiesty Cons
Who doesnt like stories of Buried Treasure and Guardian Snakes ? Not that we were into investigative journalism , but just as ruins come chasing after Ruin-Spotters , Fairy Tales rain upon Collectors of Rural Gossip. This time , the Ruin ditched me and grabbed my travel mate instead ,as we drove along a godforsaken stretch of uncultivated land in Tiptur Taluk ..... 'Look , look' , she spluttered in excitement , ' like Nallur ! ' There it stood, just by the road. A Ruin ! A cuboid stone edifice, topless, doorless , id-less . But , aged . We had to stop . We had to investigate . Because the old stone walls were dressed with some icons in bas relief . Other than the Dwarapala pair , the walls, all around , showed some randomly placed shallow relief carvings of elephants ....elephants ....elephants .... Not totally abandoned, it transpired . There were half a dozen workers pottering about behind the cuboid , ...