The Whispering Echoes of Box Nagar!!!
Biswanath Bhattacharya
March 18, 2025
Nestled in the heart of the Sonamura Subdivision, within the ethereal bounds of the Sephahijola District in Tripura, lies the enigmatic Box Nagar. It is a place where history murmurs through the ancient trees and the air is thick with the wistful sighs of bygone eras. At the soul of this hauntingly beautiful land stands the Kalamchoura Police Station, a sentinel of the present amidst the shadows of the past.
Once, in the verdant embrace of Chattian Tilla, our exchanged property spread its arms wide – five hundred acres of Jackfruit Gardens, their branches heavy with the fruit of memory, and two hundred acres of cultivable land, whispering tales of toil and hope. Today, these lands are but a lingering memory, a spectral wisp in the tapestry of time.
In Boxanagar, a curious mound sprawls over three acres, holding within its bosom the secrets of ages long past. Successive excavations have gently coaxed the earth to reveal its treasures – a colossal brick-built stupa, an awe-inspiring Chaityagriha, a humble monastery, and burnt brick structures that speak of a civilization steeped in art, architecture, and spirituality. These discoveries have shed a luminous light on the religious and cultural facets of ancient Tripura, hitherto shrouded in the mists of obscurity.
The ruin of the Chaityagriha slumbers on the eastern flank of the stupa, rectangular in its silent repose, aligned with the eternal dance of the sun. Though the superstructure lies in ruin, the side walls endure, standing sentinel at a modest height of 1.60 meters, guarding the sanctity of what once was. The brick-built monastery, with its long corridor flanked by rows of five cells on each side, whispers of the quietude and contemplation that once echoed within its walls.
As the sun sets over Box Nagar, casting long shadows over the ancient mound, one cannot help but feel the profound silence, the sacred hush that envelops this land. It is a silence pregnant with stories, with the echoes of chants long faded into the ether, with the footsteps of monks who once walked these paths in search of enlightenment.
Box Nagar is not merely a place; it is a testament to the impermanence and beauty of human endeavor. It is a poignant reminder that while time may erode our creations, it also preserves their essence, allowing them to whisper their secrets to those who are willing to listen. And as we stand on this hallowed ground, we too become part of its story, our presence a fleeting yet indelible mark on the pages of history.
In the end, Box Nagar remains – a silent witness to the ceaseless march of time, a keeper of memories, and a guardian of secrets, ever whispering to the winds the tales of what once was and what will forever be.
(Tripurainfo)