As I stood there in the near silence I heard an occasional bird call but there was something else.
I listened carefully and then my failing ears picked out a gentle tap tap tapping. It took me a moment but then I recognized what it was.
Mahabalipuram is a city of Idols. It is impossible not to notice. But today this reality came crashing in on me. Driving into Mahab from our house along the East Coast Road you cannot help but notice the massive six to eight foot tall granite figures standing within ten feet of the side of the road.
We have walked many of the streets of Mahab and driven out into the surrounding country and almost everywhere we go the piercing whine of electric grinders or the tap tap tapping of mallet on chisel chipping away stone can be heard, identifying the location of another stone carver working at his craft. ...