The jamun tree Beneath that jamun tree our story began in the backyard of your house, listening to your endless stories while busy narrating my own ones, in those shared moments of innocence and laughter, waiting for the bell to ring to measure our way back home, weighed down with school bags yet with a host of unforgettable secrets inside our lunch boxes and sharpeners. Unkempt and unbothered, our story walked through lanes of months and years, through quarrels and cajoling,
"The echoes of the lost history, the enigma of magnificent fortresses, rises against the amber-washed sky; the hush of the unheard footsteps, guards the secret tales, kept close by..." View of the city from Hawa Mahal, Jaipur In October, when autumn had just set in, when the leaves had found their way to rebirth, I visited Jaipur and had the pleasure of exploring its rich culture, vibrant food scene, royal architecture, and timeless history. During my Jaipur trip, I had the c
