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Someone,
it appears, once fled to lay out a road to heaven from a certain
point of his nativity - sacred spot in the deep Dakshinapatha. Odd
isn't it? Yet, he embarked upon his grandiose project straight away
even before his conception took final shape. Earnest as he was,
albeit ambition incarnate, he proceeded, as FANCY - his inseparable
choicy companion guided him over hills and dales, rivers and plains
interspersed with marshy, craggy, sandy regions. In the course of
his long cross country treading, he was overwhelmed by the enticing
spectacles of God made beauty of the colorful Nature and man made
marvels of gorgeous sculptural pieces that indeed propelled him into
spinning round a very vast region measuring thousands of square
miles. Down with fatigue, due to ascending high peaks now and
descending to low dales soon to dipping in the sacred waters and
sipping of thirthas in temples, he halted for a while at an eyeful
sight, feasting his eyes and lulling the fevered body. To his
infinite joy he found himself back at the point of his starting; the
arc by then became a circle.
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