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Daksa Prajapati Temple

Daksa Prajapati Temple at Banapur is one of the relatively better preserved temples of the Ganga Period.
It was built in first half of the 13th century A.D.
Tucked away in a small dusty village, it is a fine specimen of extraordinary artistic excellence of Orissan art. What is striking is that though the outside of the temple is embellished with finely chiseled figures, the inside is quite bare. On the walls of the
temple are many beautiful figures interspersed with intricate scroll work. There was hardly anyone around except for the lone priest. He struck up a long conversation with me during the course of which I was astounded to know that he had spent many years working as a laborer in electronic city, Bangalore.  He opened the sanctum sanctorum for me and while offering me the prasad,
remarked with a twinkle in his eyes that whatever he does is a labour of love!

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