Krishnan adjusting the hem of his shirt, ventured towards the tall tower. It was an ancient temple. Renovation must have happened years ago. As with the other temples he had visited recently, the bottom of the towers sub-sinked into floor soil. Held up with the sole pressure of innumerous humans, the steps paved way to the towers, attriting further down to the road level, suggested only a little part of its original structure. Visibly heavy steel chains and brass knobs loosely hinged with, the statues moulded huge entrance tower doors. The wooden doors themself feebly attached to the wall steel structure, beginning to come apart in the middle. Welcoming pushpa yakshi stone statue daubed with lime smudge remnants of afters betel flowers. A solitary brown eyed elderly man with beggars vessel, sitting over raised stone platform, legs dangling, munching some food lethargically, glanced him.
Temple was wide open. Krishnan thought the tower entrance of the temple could never be closed. Only the main sanctum and some of the inner pavilions could be latched. As with Southern madurai Pandiya temples, the galore stone statues were carved on the stone pillars of the entrance pavilions and also on the pavilion erected for spring celebrations. Krishnan expected these pavilions to be opened and available for worshippers and visitors. According to Informant Shanmugam there should not be any carbed fences around these pavilions either. Krishnan was hesitant to drop off his footwear, as he was sceptical about its presence when he returns back. He even thought of asking the elder beggar man to keep an eye on his foot wear. But decided against it.
Except the company of his own shadow which depicted convolouted dark designs on the stone floor, none were present inside the temple. Grasses, thorny bristle plants freshly shooted out from the cracks of the stone tiled pavement looked verdant, replenishing each drop of roaring rain occured couple of days ago. Pavilions pillars were too casting thick shadows, appeared as though densed trees of a mini forest. Krishnan puttered in and around the temple. He wondered, such a huge temple with no human soul. He thought for a minitue and concluded for good sake of this temple, so be it. Pigeon's cackling sounded as part of the the silence of the temple.
The colosal temple overawed him. It must have spread across 8 acres of area. There were 3 other entrance towers, lookalike copy of the one he entered through, stood as each one for four directions. The externally surrounded black granite walls, as high as four human height, appeared like planelephanes in a line. Smatched with scattered lime sricharnam symbols, another surrouded wall erected symmetrical to outer surrouded stone walls . The floor between these two surrounded walls , filled with the tortuous coconut trees and its withered leaves and sticks. Starting down the side walk, thick oleander shrubs and white orchid shrubs filled small garden located. Next to garden, there was as a big bond. Appearing as though palm tree lines found in the counryside lakes, the raised pillars of an another stone pavillion which sourrounded the pond. The bottom of the pond appeared hazy with the mix of alluviual soil and damp plastic junks. The stone foot steps were dry and hot in the sunshine. A nondescript bird, flapping its feather, flew down from the coconut tree and sat cozily on the walls of pond.