On top of cycle of power, along the tale, he cuts the granite rock in to small pieces, his skin burned black in the heat of the sun.

Always a dream of me, carving the stone to a scupture of my imagination, he could give ma a helping hand, who knows ?

(Vanessa said to me, show the muscles ... so be it........ loose your belly here ! )
At the quarry of the Elelphant Rock near Madurai.