“Who are you?” they asked.
Legend whispered that each of the thirty-two steps was inhabited by a celestial Apsara (nymph), and each held a single condition. One would ask, “Are you free from pride?” Another, “Have you kept your word even when it cost you everything?” A third, “Can you see the face of an enemy and still offer him water?” Vikramadithyan
But one night, a humble poet wandered into the ruins. He did not seek power. He sought only the shade of the ancient pillars to rest. As he leaned against the throne's base, a soft glow enveloped him. The thirty-two nymphs materialized, not as judges, but as admirers. “Who are you