Where does one begin with Hampi?

Is it the stone pillars of music? The mythological tale of Ramayan? The festival that livens up the streets annually?

Hampi is a breathtaking little town which, on showing up, looks quite unassuming. With bicycles-on-rent quite popular, one will quickly realize that much of this town is centered around the glories of its past and the rich lineage it proudly carries through kachha streets that truly only these bicycles can invade.

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The story begins, just like the town — unassumingly, with boulders and monkeys. This is the place where a friendship was born and a promise was made. Ram, a brave king in search of his wife is guided to meet Sugreev, the king of the monkeys in Kishkindha (present-day Hampi). Sugreev, the ruler of this region needs Ram’s help to defeat his own brother, Vali and Ram in turn, will need an army to invade Lanka where he has learnt that his wife has been locked away after being abducted by King Ravana. They form a pact and in significance of this dear friendship, indulge in a solemn embrace. In fact, much of the Kishkindha kaand/section of this mythological epic, Ramayana takes place in the beautiful rocky plateaus of Hampi. …

A water body. 52 ghats. 500 temples. Yet none of these will fascinate you as much as the story that binds them all.

Pushkar is a city of cinematic scenery, ancient heritage and most importantly, mythological marvel. Centered around the Pushkar lake, this site is sure to overwhelm the tourist at first glance. You can almost feel the stories unfold around you, tumble down the stairwell and spill into the water, joining the rest.

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Starting from the lake that so powerfully envelops the city around itself, its story is of Brahma filling it up and instructing Vishwamitra, a powerful sage to build the city around it. The temples were thus built to celebrate the greatness of the lord of creation himself. However, strangely — there is an aura of pride surrounding this worship. The locals will tell you about this worship of Brahma, expecting shock from you. …

The city watched on in silent horror. He got out of his chariot and walked up to his sister. She joined her hands in surrender but it did no good.

He knocked her mukut off and held her by the hair, as she screamed in agony.

“Brother, no! I would never do something to hurt you, Kansa!”

But to no avail. If he couldn’t kill her, he would at least cage her, keep her under his nose. And who wouldn’t? Wouldn’t you want to stop the very cause of your death if you knew it to be so?

She would live in a dungeon with her husband and her kids would be his to deal with. He shuddered. The sister he loved so dearly would eventually be his doom.


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