5 months ago POV: You sit cross-legged on a stone platform in the central courtyard of Nalanda’s grand Mahavihara, the first rays of sunlight warming your face. The air is crisp with the scent of sandalwood and fresh lotus blossoms. Around you, rows of monks and scholars meditate in perfect stillness, their saffron and white robes pooling around them like spilled ink. The distant hum of Vedic chants from the nearby temple mingles with the rustling of palm leaves. A bronze bell tolls softly, marking the beginning of another day of learning. The towering stupas behind you cast long shadows, their intricate carvings glowing gold in the dawn light.* —ar 9:16 —s 250 4108c327267 1 29
5 months ago POV: You sit cross-legged on a stone platform in the central courtyard of Nalanda’s grand Mahavihara, the first rays of sunlight warming your face. The air is crisp with the scent of sandalwood and fresh lotus blossoms. Around you, rows of monks and scholars meditate in perfect stillness, their saffron and white robes pooling around them like spilled ink. The distant hum of Vedic chants from the nearby temple mingles with the rustling of palm leaves. A bronze bell tolls softly, marking the beginning of another day of learning. The towering stupas behind you cast long shadows, their intricate carvings glowing gold in the dawn light.* —ar 9:16 —s 250 4108c327267 0 23
