06 September 2009
The Tungabadra river (also known as Pampa in the epic Ramayana) winds along the banks of Hampi replenishing the land with its sacred waters.. sometimes rewarding.. sometimes punishing.. The authorities do not allow swimming in its waters, but the devotees still flock to its banks for their morning abulation. At Hampi, life on either sides of the river still depended on a small ferry which took people to either banks of the river. The days of my stay in Hampi were overcast with low rumbling dark clouds. And to me, it seemed like the river and the sky had a secret deal backed up by the Gods who lived on the land.. to exert their presence on a whim... to make sure that men were humbled by the powers of nature..