An ocean of round, precariously poised rocks in the midst of which flourished one of the greatest medieval metropolises. The waters of the Tunga Badhra cut through the landscape like a silver knife and everywhere you turn there’s something that catches your eye, frozen in time inviting you to go and explore. Beautiful sculptures carved on every inch of every structure, each having its own story to tell. As I watched the sun rise from Matunga hill, lighting the rocky landscape like a yellow electric bulb, I thought of all the places that I had ever been to and ever would in the future. None had left me felling the same and I doubt anything ever would.
Wish I was in Hampi right now.