Sure,
the blood-stained hand of the iconoclasts can never regain its
original colour, even if it is washed with the waters of all the
oceans. Such incalculable harm was perpetrated on Hindus
deliberately and systematically over nine long centuries. Even
though the temple was brought to the ground level as many as 13
times, ironically, every time even before the fire was put out, or
crashing sound hushed, it was rebuilt and renovated with innumerable
additions that enhanced
its glory. The immortal Iinga started emerging the very next moment
of the iconoclasts turning their backs on it, demonstrating to the
world that the spirit of Hinduism is irrepressible, invincible and
inexhaustible. Every time, either a local chief, or a distant theist
emperor came forward with redoubled ardor and manifold resources to
rebuild it in a way better, and design supreme.
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