Angkor Wat: Whisper of the Holy Stone

Probably every romantic nature has a condition that is difficult to understand: we feel a craving or a pang in our chest in relation to places we have never even been to. These places are fascinating, historical, they seem to breathe the ashes of the past. But where do we get these thoughts? Have we really been there in other lives?
One of these places for me is Istanbul, and I visited it.
My mother grieved for India as a child. At that time there was a boom in Indian films in the USSR; her peers did not experience such feelings, but she, little, cried from the thought: “I will never visit India again.” Although my mother was born near Tula, she lives in the Rostov region and has never been to a popular eastern country.
Cambodia, the Angkor Wat temple, is an equally magical, alluring place for me. When I look at the remains of the temple, especially at the photos of my friends’ travels, I have the urge to go there immediately, just as I had the urge to run out into the street as a child, when I saw in the window of a private house how courtyard friends were frolicking and playing in the street. I’ll wander along the paths of the temple complex, touching stones that are thousands of years old. Touching the stones of ancient buildings and ruins is my special love.
I love places of power, abodes of ancient religions, especially Eastern ones. I’ve never been to Asia abroad, but I’ll certainly end up there, and the first place will be either Angkor Wat in Cambodia or the Taj Mahal in India to please my mother.
In the meantime, the dream turns into a goal, I suggest you enjoy the picture and hear it - The Whisper of the Holy Stone.