Really? Sun temple? Looking closely at the sculptured structure, I could think of a lot of appropriate names, but sun temple wasn’t one of them.
I entered the complex and the first piece of sculpture I spied on the temple was a wheel from the chariot. I saw a replica at the entrance to the Oberoi Hotel in Delhi so the real one caught my eye. But it wasn’t long before I noticed sculptured pairs in different sexual positions along the walls and heard sniggering from local tourists.
If you some how overlooked this sensual art, there were vendors with their packets of black and white photos who egged you to buy their picture sets of “ten different positions.” I stepped towards the main structure behind the chariot into a musty room to avoid the hawkers. This was the stone structure I’d read about years earlier in an art magazine, so standing amongst the ancient stones was more awe inspiring than being at the Taj for me.