In the moderately sunny, post monsoon month of September, taking a trip to Jaipur didn’t seem to be such a bad idea. Apart from the crisp weather and fresh green forests on the Aravalli Hills, there was the additional benefit of not having an overwhelming amount of tourist activity in the area.
Being a part of the internationally acclaimed Golden Triangle, Jaipur receives its fair share of tourists from all over the world. But for a young traveller from India like me, the expectations from a holiday are slightly different than just being touristy. A little solitude and peace of mind have always been the prerequisites for all my vacations. In search of these, most of the times, I’m either driven to the Himalayas or to the Western Ghats.
Living in Delhi for a year now, the South Delhi monuments were starting to sprout an interest in history for me. I always knew, a trip to Jaipur was on the cards, but little did I know of a sense of wonder that was waiting to unfold in the beauty of Rajasthan!
The best trips are the ones that enthral you, and enrich you with something new. So surprising was the glimpse of Jaipur's beauty, that its flame didn’t just ignite sparks of wonder, but also opened the gates to a beautiful world, that existed half a century ago. Absorbing my first views of the grand forts that have stood like formidable mountains, witness to countless number of changing seasons, made me aware of the vastness of time. So long ago did the Suryavanshi Rajputs excel in the intricacy of detail. It can be seen on the fresco art that adorns the walls of the fort, or found in local paintings made from a single haired brush. It also shows a glimpse of the humane and softer instincts of the Mughal Empire that preserved and nurtured this treasure, instead of hindering it.