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Writer's pictureCerys Jones

जयपुर

Rajput reminiscences,


arches and domes, glory, battle and spirit, tales of passion mingle with insatiable pride of man.


Maharaja.


A family affair.


Of caste and kin,


flavours bitter curd and fiery paan, the block prints of history, annals of bygone warriors,


our stories meet in the waving cotton of Bhandhabi.


Palette of proud pinks,


hues of Amber kiss untameable subcontinent skies.


Visions of the divine grow from gutters and flooded avenues.


monsoon crowds and creatures of desert and meadows.


The tiger, prowls.


A forehead smeared with turmeric and sandal wood tilak, expectant eyes, henna tinged locks.


Aged skin embraced by threads grown, weaved, dyed and loved by the skilled fingers of Hindustan.


Jaipur, abode of the raja putra, Sanskrit sons of kings.



A dusty trail of thoughts and photographs from the capital of Rajasthan.







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