is a story current that Mukundsen, a remorseless invader, who raided and
plundered Khatmand, with a sword in one hand and fire in the another looked at
this face, when came to destroy it. A straight look at it shook him to his
foundation, as chill passed through his spine instantaneously. Unable to stand
its fierceness, he mounted his horse and dashed off for home. Alas, his corpse
alone reached home. Such is the terror that face strikes to the wicked, but for
the virtuous, it emits rays of compassion and sends thrills of bliss. The
priests offer several kinds of prayer services to the presiding deity as done to
its counterparts in India. Hours spent in the campus seem like a fleeting moment
and it leaves an indelible impression on the minds. And the visitors lock it up
in their minds to be cherished for ever. A visit lifts! A sight emancipates!!
And the memory recreates the whole sublimity in a flash and plunges one in
ecstatic raptures of blissful joy, if recalled.
not the gestures sculpted on stone proved more effective and dangerous than
those exhibited on human faces when occasion demanded? Would literature ever
come nearer for instant out come?
: The temple lies in Khatmand, accessible by four wheelers from Varanasi,