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Autobiography of a broken temple
For centuries now, I have been patiently standing on the forgotten track near the old gateway in the city. Yes, my walls today lie in a dilapidated condition but this is not how I was a thousand years ago when the Maharaja had me built to worship his favorite deity. For years, the melodious chants of the hymns and the ringing bells kept me awake; the devotees lovingly entering my portals made me feel so alive! Alas, time changes everything. Here I stand today- lonely, stranded and forgotten. Only once or twice have I been greeted by a child who lost his track. I did not come into this state in a moment's time, it took years of neglect and apathy on the part of the busy city's denizens. I know they love the towering skyscrapers, all I ask for is a little respect and wonder. Wonder at the sheer brilliance of my design and art all built centuries ago! Until then, I wait, alone.
For centuries now, I have been patiently standing on the forgotten track near the old gateway in the city. Yes, my walls today lie in a dilapidated condition but this is not how I was a thousand years ago when the Maharaja had me built to worship his favorite deity. For years, the melodious chants of the hymns and the ringing bells kept me awake; the devotees lovingly entering my portals made me feel so alive! Alas, time changes everything. Here I stand today- lonely, stranded and forgotten. Only once or twice have I been greeted by a child who lost his track. I did not come into this state in a moment's time, it took years of neglect and apathy on the part of the busy city's denizens. I know they love the towering skyscrapers, all I ask for is a little respect and wonder. Wonder at the sheer brilliance of my design and art all built centuries ago! Until then, I wait, alone.
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