Rajasthan is painted in hues of pink, blue and gold; each of its cities has picked her crown in a colour of her choice and dons it like only a queen would. After my rounds of the pink city, the blue beckoned. We got on an early morning train from Jaipur to Jodhpur, our first train journey in more than a couple of years. The journey did not disappoint, instead of the farms we was used to in South India, the barren brown panorama of the desert zipped by outside our window.
By the time we reached Jodhpur and got some rest, it was well into a hot desert evening, although there was something ominously muggy in the air. Our little B&B was tucked away in old town where no vehicles can go (well, except the ubiquitous two-wheeler of course!), and just finding it amidst the tiny streets was an adventure by itself. That evening, we pushed further into the old town's interior streets through to Manek Chowk. The streets were a wonderful miniature delight - everything that can be crammed into an 80 feet wide road was squeezed into a 20 feet wide road. Shops, people, dogs, cattle and cycles. Not cars though. There really wasn't any space!
We walked up to Mehrangarh Fort. The Mighty Mehrangarh Fort. Because nothing in the skyline for miles towers as mightily as this massive fortress that watches over this pretty Blue City with a hawk's eye. That evening, we just sat there at the foot of the gate and took it all in. The massive fort was a beautiful backdrop for local scenes - local women returning home dressed in all their colourful finery to the rhythmic beat of their silver accessories, local children humming a local tune as they skipped behind their mothers, and local men clad all in white bringing up the rear protectively behind their clans. The sun set on this scene and we still sat there, watching.
Courtesy for all photos: My significant other @bsridharan