A Date with History (Part 1): Khajuraho
When I told friends I was going to Khajuraho, I was mostly met with astonishment. Why was I going to Khajuraho - famous for its erotic carvings - with family? The truth is, I hadn't quite thought of that when acquiescing to my mother's plans. All I noticed at the time was her mentioning that it was a World Heritage Site - after all, there are only 43 in India so far. I went thinking, ' jo hoga, dekha jayega '. Khajuraho has both an airport and railway station, but very little connectivity. So we - mother, grandmother and I took a train to Satna. From there, it was a bone-rattling ride through NH75 to reach Khajuraho. It was a schizophrenic highway. At places, it was smooth and looked newly laid. At others, it had been left in a dug-up state, making it so uneven that I was beginning to think Mumbai's potholes are better. We stopped on the way for some moong bhajiyas and chai, while our driver complained that the road had been dug up and left like that ever