In Search of Taj Mahal....(Delhi-Agra-Jaipur)

In spite of the Taj Mahal, India is not a beautiful country I would say...but its people are in a lot of ways we could never understand. Of all places I have been to, India tells the most stories...and in the most telling way.

India is forgiving of its homeless offsprings and it never lacks faith and hope for them. There is hope everywhere even by the sidewalk, as its children lie on the hot pavement.

India is forgiving and pregnant with hope and faith as its citizens are always optimistic to greet the morning sun no matter from which side of the rooftop they wake up. There seems to be no pessimism that you may wake up on the wrong side of the roof...or that you may never wake up at all...India teaches me gratitude to be able to wake up from a comfortable bed and stop worrying whether my day starts from the right side of the bed.

India is forgiving at its roads are shared by man and beast alike (10 of them I counted...let me count the ways: ranged from the common to the most exotic- dogs, cows, buffaloes, goats, sheep, donkeys, horses even wildboars AND finally camels and elephants!!

A rare sight in our country but common to people of Jaipur.

Out of nowhere...called GANGAUR MIDWAY