At the Foothill
by Sonali Roy, India
This photos is part of a collection named as 'A Fascinating Garh-Panchakote That Bridges the Gap between the Timeliness and the Timelessness…'
The forest of Garh-Panchakote under Neturia Police Station, Purulia, West Bengal, India, is proud of its vast area of ever-green freshness and the pure smile of the blue window of heaven. The Garh-Panchakote or Panchet Hill is only 13 kilometers away from the Panchet Dam, built on the river Damodar under the supervision of Damodar Valley Corporation, India. At a height of 643m covering 18 sq km, the hill is wrapped up in bushes, shrubs, and tall trees. Local reports say The Garh-Panchakote Raas Temple, (although re-constructed) is 1,200 years oldbearing the Vaishnav traits (worshipping Lord Vishnu or Krishna) of culture attributing to the Singh-Deo Dynasty dating back 90AD.
The foothill is accompanied by the ruins of old palaces and temples. Mortal world can never evade the miser time. Nothing is past and present in the exact sense of the terms. We just go through the passage oftime. But, history speaks a lot through ages. Human beings and societies undergo lots ofchanges arrested by the tinge of history. Our forefathers are still alive in the ruins of theirdreams. Buildings and constructions are not only meant for sheltering you, but your dreamsare inscribed on each brick of these- dreams full of sweat, effort, cultural trend, architectural passion, quest for beauty, and finally love—love for your ‘self’ and love for ‘mankind’.
The ruins of old palaces and temples at the foothill still reign in negligence and signature the cultural & architectural taste of the then royals as reflected on the smallbricks. Undoubtedly, these symbolize their fame still struggling for existence in the midst ofnature, which nourishes them, puts them to test, and prepares for the winning platform forthem. Ages have been flowing like rivers, but there is much more to be felt in the profoundstillness of the past as if crying out for justice!
Actually, I heard of the above place from my granny who was born & brought up there and at an early age of 13, got married to my grandfather. I was tired of the humdrum of city life and wanted to breathe a sigh of relief. That is why mom and I took a plunge into the deep green and explored a lot.
A freelance science journalist & photographer from India, Sonali Roy, wears several other hats including a passionate traveler, music composer, singer, pianist, lyricist, painter, 3-D art designer and practices yoga & meditation regularly. Devoted to vegan diet, she enjoys creative writing. Sonali is accompanied by the sweet memories of her canine friend (and her best friend) Fuchoo, who left her forever in July 2023 at the age of eight. Last year in September, she joined Society for Ritual Arts (Coreopsis Journal and Roses & Wildflowers) as art editor on volunteer basis. While not working, Sonali enjoys listening to songs.