in M.P
My family did a bumpy-jollity drive a few years bak.. went to khajuraho which is a town of the erotic and the defensivethe history is the erotic
the present is the defensive
Everyone from the driver to the salesguy behind the counter, had an instantly defensive air (also shared by the guidebooks) and announced to the air that the sculptures were sources of education and advanced upgraded love-making and we should not cast a pervert eye on them
I also remember we went to some national park… there was a deep gorge/valley
We were peering into it downwards from above. Imagine yourself looking down from the edge of the top. Down below there was a twisting water body mainly hidden by the greenery down there. It was the place where the tigers would come for a sip of water.
If u shouted, the voice echoed. All along the steep wall of the land that formed the valley, you could see slates and slabs of rocks all layered and piled up indicating geological age.
The anecdote however is that we were going down the road with our windows rolled up lest a tiger should care to put a curious claw into our van and horrify us clawless, hairless, fangless, flabby humans. We went on like this for some distance, breathing each others carbon dioxide in view of long term safety, when down came the road a villager in a loin cloth, astride a cycle.. keeping to the margin of the path.. peddaling along merrily!