Monday, 16 April 2012

The Old Fort.

Leaving Kachchh behind I headed towards the coast and made a stop-over at Junagarh. Extremely hot, this is the city next to the holy mountain of Girnar. Faithful arrive from everywhere to climb the thousand steps to the top and pray at the dozen temples. I visited the Ashokan edicts, engraved on a humble boulder under the mountain, instructing compassion, respect and humility for twenty five centuries now. And stood staring at the two adorned coffins under the bush at the castle. Don't ask me what they were - I don't know.