The legend of Baba Ghor7 min read . Updated: 19 May 2017, 06:32 PM IST
Braving leopard warnings and bumpy rural roads, the writer visits a shrine from another continent and another time
Ten kilometres out of Bharuch in southern Gujarat, the air changes colour from grey to blue and the light becomes crisper. My taxi crosses a bridge over a river with two crocodiles sunning themselves on the muddy bank. They look huge even from a distance, like prehistoric dinosaurs. Now that city fumes aren’t clogging my nostrils and eyes, I savour the distinct feeling I often get in India and love—a feeling of travelling back in time, of discovery and bewilderment.
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