Decoding the sculptures of Khajuraho
“Where are you today?” enquired my mom. I seldom tell her about my travel plans. “I am at Khajuraho!” I answered. “Khajuraho! Where is Khajuraho? I have heard of it. Khajurahooooo!!! Oh my God, Khajurahoooo. Is it THAT Khajuraho? What are you doing there??” She exclaimed in a shrill and fast-paced tone. These are precisely the thoughts …
