Six things have happened this summer…
Place-somewhere in the middle of the desert.
Time-around 3 pm.
The camel slowly plods through the sand and the dry, scattered scrubs with the dark, big desert insects.* shudder*.the sand dunes shine beautifully in the scorching sun like a golden carpet. The Rajasthan sun always manages to dehydrate your body-your body and your thoughts.
After what seems like an hour the camel continues with the same pace. The camel ride invariably lead to pain in places you thought you never had muscles and the ride in the sun tans your skin too. But the tan and the pain are not enough reasons to miss the desert sunset; you can sit here, in the cool sand and watch the orange orb set in at 8 pm (yeah!) listening to the melodious Morchang played by the locals’ .There is nothing like it. The soothing calm of the desert, the soft sand and the jingle of the ghungroos tied to the camels’ saddle. Rajasthan is simply mesmerizing.
If you have a thing for architectural magnificence and you never dozed off in the history class in school, Rajasthan is a place for you to be. The palaces, forts with the beautiful Rajput and Mogul carvings set in sandstone, the gold embellished ceilings with intricate mirror work are truly grand and fascinating. As you explore the narrow corridors of the havelis peeping through the windows to see the beautiful view of the city, time no longer matters. Add to that numerous museums with some incredible displays. It is quite a deal to absorb all the history and not step on the cow dung cakes decorating the busy lanes. And I haven’t started with the cuisine yet. It is a paradise if you got a sweet tooth. One can easily spend a day savoring all the varieties of sweets and kulfi. What steals the show is malai-rajbhoj kulfi under the quiet of the desert moon. Rajasthan is not a place to write and read about, it is a place to be and experience it all.
Every journey has a great deal to offer but every journey must also come to an end. So after spending some amazing time in this state it was time to return back to the busy life in Mumbai.
Place-Mumbai
Time-around 11 am.
I took in the warm and polluted air of Mumbai and a drop of sweat trickled down my neck. A slight drizzle followed and I looked up and smiled. Mumbai! And at that moment I agreed with Mr. George Moore…
“A man travels the world in search of what he needs and returns home to find it.”
There is nothing like being home. Nothing. And this was the sixth thing that happened this summer.
Place-somewhere in the middle of the desert.
Time-around 3 pm.
The camel slowly plods through the sand and the dry, scattered scrubs with the dark, big desert insects.* shudder*.the sand dunes shine beautifully in the scorching sun like a golden carpet. The Rajasthan sun always manages to dehydrate your body-your body and your thoughts.
After what seems like an hour the camel continues with the same pace. The camel ride invariably lead to pain in places you thought you never had muscles and the ride in the sun tans your skin too. But the tan and the pain are not enough reasons to miss the desert sunset; you can sit here, in the cool sand and watch the orange orb set in at 8 pm (yeah!) listening to the melodious Morchang played by the locals’ .There is nothing like it. The soothing calm of the desert, the soft sand and the jingle of the ghungroos tied to the camels’ saddle. Rajasthan is simply mesmerizing.
If you have a thing for architectural magnificence and you never dozed off in the history class in school, Rajasthan is a place for you to be. The palaces, forts with the beautiful Rajput and Mogul carvings set in sandstone, the gold embellished ceilings with intricate mirror work are truly grand and fascinating. As you explore the narrow corridors of the havelis peeping through the windows to see the beautiful view of the city, time no longer matters. Add to that numerous museums with some incredible displays. It is quite a deal to absorb all the history and not step on the cow dung cakes decorating the busy lanes. And I haven’t started with the cuisine yet. It is a paradise if you got a sweet tooth. One can easily spend a day savoring all the varieties of sweets and kulfi. What steals the show is malai-rajbhoj kulfi under the quiet of the desert moon. Rajasthan is not a place to write and read about, it is a place to be and experience it all.
Every journey has a great deal to offer but every journey must also come to an end. So after spending some amazing time in this state it was time to return back to the busy life in Mumbai.
Place-Mumbai
Time-around 11 am.
I took in the warm and polluted air of Mumbai and a drop of sweat trickled down my neck. A slight drizzle followed and I looked up and smiled. Mumbai! And at that moment I agreed with Mr. George Moore…
“A man travels the world in search of what he needs and returns home to find it.”
There is nothing like being home. Nothing. And this was the sixth thing that happened this summer.
