ABSTRACT
But wait! All that has been penned of the abysmal silence and loneliness of this forsaken spot is truly justi ed; here was but the outer shell of the kernel of devastation and silence to come.
In the temple echoed the voice of a priest (for the temples are still used), the brushing of a sweeper and the droning of worshippers. e daily sacri ce, of a goat, was due; and a heap of sand prepared on the right of the “altar” indicated the slaughter-house. Hidden behind red and green draped curtains were paintings of Kali; facing, was a black and white checkered marble oor; and in the inner gloom, the dim image of the goddess, the chanting of the priest — reverberating through a wilderness of desolation — and the distant cooing of pigeons.
