Why did a place marked by destruction feel so complete? Why did what remained feel enough? I did not have an answer then; I only continued to return. Hampi was, at first, just another place with ruins and sculptures. It was a landscape of stone, history, and remnants of what once stood complete. Yet, it continued to be worshipped, lived in, and carried forward by the people who called it home. That contrast stayed with me. It made me curious. My journey with Hampi began more