- One by one we enter through the arch and begin to climb. Seven tiers later, emerging at the top of the minaret, we walk round the dome with Bijapur spread below us. We spot a few of our group seated outside the museum and wave as they take photos. Our guide, clutching his folder of pictures, maps and floor plans, beckons us inside. As our eyes adjust, we see the wide gallery circling round the inner dome and a few of us venture to lean on the balcony and look into the depths of the inner hall.
Our guide meantime has made his way to the opposite side of the dome. He claps his hands and I silently count the echos - seven, eight, nine … Then he sings. The glorious cascade of notes resounds across the space and cries of even the smallest child fall silent. The haunting phrases of his unaccompanied voice will stay with me.
And Gol Gumbaz was but one highlight…
Published on: 17 April 2016