I have visited Konark once before but Pratibha Ray with her magical re-telling of the history of King Narasimhadeva and the artisans' story into the building of the Sun temple, makes me want to visit it again... The writing is so surreal that I regret being not present 700 years back to see the Sun temple in its full glory and not just the ruins that it is now! I miss witnessing the 52 ton manget plate that once adorned the top of the temple making the Sun god stay afloat in mid-air...or the navagraha slab that once adorned the top of the front door of the temple, which later, no matter how much the English tried, couldn't be taken away...or the indoor of the temple which now remains sealed and filled with sand forever...I want to see Chandrabhaga's statue waiting by the door for her husband's return with a renewed meaning this time...
And when you are totally under the spell of a 13th Century Konark, where you believe, even today at midnight, the artisans' spirits come and try to resurrect the temple and you can hear the sound of chisel on rocks, Pratibha Ray throws the crude reality of the 21st Century at you! The artisans' spirits become mere smugglers who have been smuggling parts of the priceless Sun Temple for years!
A beautifully written novel! It has the power to make you feel nostalgic about an era in history which you haven't even read about! The book paints a beautiful picture of Konark's history and tells a story of passion that will stay with you long after you have finished the novel!
The only con of this book is the harshness of the recent times that she has potrayed. A rape and murder of a young girl who was all excited to get married the next day or the duplicity of a family in deceiving a guy and marrying him off to their niece who was a minor or the betrayal of a friend in selling a girl to five guys and stuff, were not needed! The story is too innocent and pure for these! A 4 out of 5!