Bagchee

Pallava Rock Architecture and Sculpture

It was a great era, indeed. A young time in ascendancy, new horizons opening and inex-haustible sources springing from within. Puranic time, great myths being born from the vision of man, ancient gods returning to power, eternally young, kindling the hearts of men, filling them with rapture and exuberance. And kings as if sprung from the myth itself, heroes, rulers, protectors transforming the aspiration of their time into a piece of immortality on earth. Was it the last echo of a Golden Age, the last shine of its Light, before the kaliyoga claimed its reign, covering with dreadful patience a darkening world with its suffocating wings? Or was it the faint reflection of a greater Light which was about to come, but was not yet seen by men?