Dreams are made of...
Close your eyes and let me take you far, far away. It's a journey for two hours and a sight for sore eyes. Once you do open them, you are floored by all the vibrant colours fluttering in front of them. Pink towers, grey roads...the contrast hits you. Then when your eyes do adjust to it, you see a bit of firozi sparkling like the ocean in the middle of stone and silver. Drives on wide, empty roads contrast with crowded, poky, poor bazaars. A divinely simple meal of dal baati churma and gatte ka saag leaps to new heights while elaborate chinese preparations fall flat. The subtly sweet ghewar, the overpowering sprinkle of rose water on churma...the contrast overwhelms and leaves you speechless. The subdued silver of your anklets, the shining gold of the jadau, the sparkling emerald lawns of green. And a big, blue-green peacock drifting through your surroundings, jumping freely everywhere and leaving you spellbound.
Thus, I dream...of taking you there.
Thus, I dream...of taking you there.
