" You are talking about impossible those things ended Thousands of years ago " a frustrated elderly voice tried to sound sensible.
" indeed yes but I trust my Guru ... I will get anything about those days for sure things can't be hidden soo long eve...
Anagha just kept staring at the statue. Also she recollected about those pictures of oldest available carvings of human figure this was little more clear than that.
" Is there any inscription related to this statue ?" Anagha asked Kanakambari.
Their conversation was interrupted by the sound of footsteps.
" Just a minute " Kanakambari said moving the torch in her hand towards left and sharply observing the region whereas the other hand reached the dragger tied to her waist.
Anagha was tensed this was new to her. She stepped behind Kanakambari as she stood protectively infront of her.
Kanakambari's brows arched listening to the faint drum rolls.
She sighed and turned to Anagha.
" No need to worry , our neighbour villagers are approaching that's all " Kanakambari gave assuring smile to Anagha.
Anagha to smiled at her and looked the people who were entering the arena.
" The administrators of Jambhagiri and Shrigiri " Kanakambari introduced them to Anagha.
They too bowed to the idol and offered certain things which they brought along with them.
" It's dark and also getting very late we must leave now" Kanakambari suggested.
On the way back to the house Anagha just kept thinking about Prabhasa.
" Madam , tell me more about Prabhasa ? As far as I heard about this name is Prabhasa Theertham " Anagha presented her curiousity to Kanakambari.
" Let's see about it tomorrow " Kanakambari smiled and bowed infront of the temple.
" Which temple is this ?" Anagha asked.
" Temple of Devi Satyabhama , the presiding deity of our village Satyagiri " Kanakambari said.
Anagha sensed the vibration in her mobile which was tucked near her waist indicating a message. She pulled it out and glanced at it.
" Network!" Anagha giggled and she saw little network connectivity outside the temple.
Then she quietly followed Kanakambari.
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The servent greeted Cynthia taking office bag from her hands.
" Dada ?" She enquired about her grandfather.
The servent just shooked his head negatively.
" My foot " Cynthia fisted her palms.
Soon after changing into a night gown she rushed towards the kitchen.
The cook moved aside giving her the access to utensils of the kitchen.
" I just can't bear this man " She huffed preparing a cup of her grandfather's favourite dark coffee.
