Puri Kahani to Bhubaneswar- the final installment.

It took me longer than I expected to return to the Puri story of singed soles.

 Standing barefoot on hot granite is not exactly conducive to sketching. Especially not, if you are in a hurry to get back to work. Here are two hasty scribbled thumbnails of Puri Pandas ( not, purupandas)

What captivates you about Bhubansewar, besides the fact that you get to have the local tranquilizer called Pokhaal alongwith fishfry, is the artwork on the numerous temples that dot the landscape.

Nature lends a hand where temples were missing.

 Fried sole notwithstanding, I returned with stomach and soul satiated. Afterall, it is Mango season again!!