Now I’d gone to the bank for signature verification… didn't know I’d end up with a lesson in history and Indus valley civilization!
“So you’re from Surat, are you?” I asked the young bank manager out of politeness after we’d established that we were both from the same state. “No, actually from Harappa… you know, Mohenjodaro and all that…” he said, and sketched the grid of homes on rough paper, narrating where the water and drainage lines were.
And then talked about how his community had fled what must have been Sindh, to settle somewhere in Kutch. And then he recounted the tale of Moomal and Mahendra… His extended family worships Rani Moomal as their deity. Her sacrifice and lifelong penance seemed as real as an event that happened a day ago.
I was familiar with this story from my 2012 visit to Jaisalmer—I’d gone to Lodhruva as well.
All this seems like it has happened yesterday, not centuries ago.