Sun fell till we lead our ways out of the temple. The walls of the fort were painted with colors made from vegetables in floral patterns which were as fresh as a year old painting! Made of millions of small mirror pieces and stones, the mesmerizing Sheesh Mahal was shining in all its glory. The chamber justified the purpose for which it was made 'Taaron Ki Chhaon'. Every mirror once witnessed the reflection of a Maharani.
|Sheesh Mahal, Amer Fort|
We ended our day with the light and sound show which was about the history of Jaipur and Amer Fort. We are lucky that we belong to a country that still carries a bag full of culture and a rich history. The Amer Fort stood with its chin up surrounded by the rocky hills.
The next morning welcomed us with a sumptuous breakfast. The hall where our breakfast was served was full of guests and then there was a band, not a rock band people! They were three in number and played the flute, dholak and one of them sang to the tune. It was a calm day. A very happy day! For a moment we forgot that we are in the 21st century!
After a session of brainstorming with my parents, as to where we should go next, we decided to visit the Nahargarh Fort. Lead by a thin road, on the edge of Aravalli hills, stood Nahargarh Fort. It was a scary route as the road was too sleek. And finally, we reached. The entrance gate was so narrow that our car almost, by an inch, could pass through it! The fort had multiple rooms. This is the same palace which has Rang de Basanti (bollywood movie) cliff. Yes! We saw the cliff! The sun shined in all its glory. It was afternoon.
|Nahargarh Fort, Jaipur|
We went back to our hotel, gave rest for the last day in the magical city. Took spa and enjoyed the Tana Bana of the hotel, drank all night long and sat around the pool. We talked all night long.
This was a much awaited and needed vacation for us. To hold on a second and visit a new place to have new experiences and yeah bond more with each other. We did not want to come out of that dream. The next day, we packed our bags and drove back to our home with only one thought in our hearts, ‘why do all good things come to an end!’
Also, read Part-1 here
Written by Ashna Garg
Ashna grew up in a jazzy town (where she felt she can never fit in), did graduation in economics (where she didn’t fit either) and she writes (where she finally started to feel like she fits in)