
Author: Chinmaya Kumar Nayak
Walking through the small lanes of Soro in Baleswar, Odisha, I felt as if I was stepping into an open-air museum, where every stone whispered a story, every chisel mark echoed with the rhythm of centuries past. The air was thick with dust and creativity, and rows of artisans—men, women, and sometimes even children—sat hunched over blocks of white and pink stone, their hands moving with quiet confidence and ancestral skill.