The derelict structure of the red brick temple with old lime mortar on the sides and somewhat less in height still has a few black bricks covered with moss covered with vines and grass in the floor area.
Unknown wild vines and leaves are dry around here and there.
Apart from this, there is nothing much in the area fenced with bamboo strips.
The remaining part is lying like this, falling or falling apart.
Maybe someone tried to grow gourds by building a loft in a small part on one side without permission.
But due to lack of proper care, the plants will dry up before flowering or fruiting.
Vibhuti Saha walked slowly towards the fenced area and held two bamboo slices in both hands.
Then, looking carefully around, he touched his forehead with one hand and brought down the bamboo slice that he was holding in his fist.
Looking at the black bricks of the destroyed temple, he tried to remember that the house of Dhana Kaka was just to the west of the temple. When coming directly from the house to the temple, in monsoons or on rainy days, the mud of the courtyard does not have to be stepped on.
He made it like a narrow ale by building it high with bricks.
But looking at it, Vibhuti Saha could not find any sign of brick.
He thought to himself, what after all this time?
67.420 SRY