The sea rose like a wall

The ruins resounded with their mantras as our footsteps felt the monks’ ghosts striding in and out of the empty rooms whose burnt bricks went into a huddle in sun-burnt bushes and pieces of rocks.

The sea lapped up against the bare hills like it did when it had first brought them from distant shores, for Buddha peace. We climbed down the hill to the calm sea that would rise like a wall up to the point where the sea ended and the sky began.

(on a visit to the recently excavated ruins of Thotlakonda Buddhist monastery in Vizag)


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