My Jaipur Jaunt

I went to the Pink City. I saw the sunrise from above the clouds, the brilliant radiance of the sun bursting out over a carpet of clouds made me think the word awesome is thrown around too much and for far too little nowadays.

The one I saw was a thousand times better

I met friends. I met more friends. I saw where they came from, their families, caught up with their news and now know them a lot more. I ate kachoris. I saw camels. Lots of camels.

I wore a suit. I agreed to be photographed wearing a suit. I danced in a baraat. After discovering it was the wrong baraat, I joined another one, upon confirming that this was the one I was supposed to dance in, I danced in this baraat.

I blessed a couple, well, wished them actually. I was thinking of stuff to say and all I could think of were sports cheers which could have been a bit inappropriate so I just ended up playing it safe, congratulating the groom and wishing them a happily married life together. I ate surprisingly little considering it was an all-vegetarian buffet, I never let chances like these go by, I didn't even have ice cream. I couldn't get myself to drink much, I realized that sometimes you just shouldn't.

I suffered from frostbutt. It's not as bad ass frostbite butt it hurt. Hehehe.

I went to a temple, that was a serious affair, no kidding around. I saw more camels, after all I was near the frickin desert.

I did have one meal of the sort I was hoping for: large amounts of non spicy dhaba food followed by lassi, it filled me like few meals ever have.

I woke up early all by myself for the first time in months. I didn't get a window seat again. I chose to look out of the window instead of watching a movie despite the view not being as great as the one on the onward journey (late sun rise).

I tripped and made a fool out of myself and shrugged it off and walked out all the same.

I came home.

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