I have been too many wonderful travel-spots of our land, but the memory of my visit to Ajanta and Ellora is still fresh in my mind. The marvelous rock temples of Ajanta and Ellora are the brightest examples of the art of ancient India. Ajanta, with its magnificent beauty of twenty-nine caves in total, carved out of solid rocks and nearly all the walls covered with splendid paintings, is actually, situated in a pass in the Vindhyas. The sight-seers from all over the world come to visit these caves. We stood lost in speechless wonder before those wonderful pictures on the wall.
The paintings looked so fresh and vivid that they seemed to be a few days old only not that they were done centuries ago. Standing there we visualized a lost age of our civilization. We saw the picture of a young king sitting on his throne in his royal majesty. In another, some maidens were adorning a lonely young princess. Still another was a magnificent depiction of processions of horses and elephants passing along a highway.
Next day saw us at a new site. A steep mountain side rose in front of us with water-falls dancing down into the green valley we stood in. Huge pillars and halls had been cut out of the rock. Broad flights of stairs stretched before us. Carved figures of gods and goddesses, lions, bulls and dwarfs and other creatures stared at us. In many places there were lofty upper chambers with balcony, roofed by millions of tons of mountains. That was Ellora. A series of caves cut into the sides of the mountains, the Buddhist to the south, the Hindu group of the Kailasa, and the ages of epics of India in the middle and the Jam caves to the north, bearing the harmony of separate religions in the olden days still stand there is peaceful co-existence. These temples are so huge in structure, so minutely detailed and so gloriously beautiful that they do not seem to be man-made.
We wandered, as if is a trance, through these wonderful caves. A rich pageant of the great history of India unrolled before our vision and we felt really morose to take leave of this-grand sight when the bus came to take us away.
The paintings looked so fresh and vivid that they seemed to be a few days old only not that they were done centuries ago. Standing there we visualized a lost age of our civilization. We saw the picture of a young king sitting on his throne in his royal majesty. In another, some maidens were adorning a lonely young princess. Still another was a magnificent depiction of processions of horses and elephants passing along a highway.
Next day saw us at a new site. A steep mountain side rose in front of us with water-falls dancing down into the green valley we stood in. Huge pillars and halls had been cut out of the rock. Broad flights of stairs stretched before us. Carved figures of gods and goddesses, lions, bulls and dwarfs and other creatures stared at us. In many places there were lofty upper chambers with balcony, roofed by millions of tons of mountains. That was Ellora. A series of caves cut into the sides of the mountains, the Buddhist to the south, the Hindu group of the Kailasa, and the ages of epics of India in the middle and the Jam caves to the north, bearing the harmony of separate religions in the olden days still stand there is peaceful co-existence. These temples are so huge in structure, so minutely detailed and so gloriously beautiful that they do not seem to be man-made.
We wandered, as if is a trance, through these wonderful caves. A rich pageant of the great history of India unrolled before our vision and we felt really morose to take leave of this-grand sight when the bus came to take us away.
