Fort Near Narayanpur

Purandar Fort Pune

The wind whipped at my kurta as I climbed the final stretch to Purandar Fort, perched high above the sprawling plains surrounding Pune. The air, thin and crisp, carried with it the whispers of history, a palpable sense of the Maratha empire that once commanded these heights. My camera, a constant companion, felt heavy in my hand, almost inadequate to capture the grandeur unfolding before me. Purandar isn't just one fort, but two – Purandar proper and Vajragad, its slightly lower, twin-peaked companion. This duality, this mirroring of structures, immediately captured my attention. The climb itself was a journey through time, the rough-hewn basalt steps worn smooth by centuries of footfalls. I paused often, not just to catch my breath, but to absorb the changing perspectives of the landscape below – the patchwork quilt of fields, the distant glint of the Mula-Mutha river, the tiny villages scattered like pebbles across the valley. Reaching the top, I was greeted by the imposing Kedareshwar Temple, its weathered stone a testament to the passage of time. The intricate carvings, though softened by erosion, still spoke of a skilled hand, a devotion poured into every chisel stroke. Unlike the opulent temples of Madhya Pradesh, this one felt austere, almost military in its simplicity, reflecting perhaps the strategic importance of this location. The fort itself is a fascinating blend of natural defenses and carefully planned fortifications. The steep cliffs form natural ramparts, while the strategically placed bastions and gateways speak of a sophisticated understanding of military architecture. I spent hours exploring the ruins, my lens drawn to the remnants of the past. The crumbling walls, the broken arches, the silent cannons – each element told a story. I was particularly intrigued by the 'Bini Darwaza', a hidden escape route carved into the cliff face. Imagining the hurried footsteps of soldiers and royalty using this secret passage during times of siege sent a shiver down my spine. The view from the ramparts was breathtaking, a panoramic sweep of the surrounding countryside. It was easy to see why this location was so fiercely contested, a strategic vantage point commanding the trade routes and the surrounding territories. The most poignant moment of my visit, however, was at the site of Shivaji Maharaj's son, Sambhaji’s birth. A small, unassuming structure marks the spot, but the historical weight of the location was immense. Here, within these very walls, a key figure in Maratha history was born. It was a humbling experience, a reminder of the human stories woven into the fabric of these ancient stones. As the sun began its descent, casting long shadows across the fort, I made my way down, my memory card filled with images, my mind buzzing with impressions. Purandar is more than just a fort; it's a living testament to the resilience and ingenuity of the Maratha empire. It's a place where history whispers in the wind, where the stones themselves hold memories, and where the landscape unfolds like a tapestry woven with the threads of time. My photographs, I hope, will capture a fraction of this magic, a glimpse into the soul of this magnificent historical site. But the true essence of Purandar, the feeling of standing on the precipice of history, is something that can only be experienced firsthand.