The occasional drifts of warm breeze felt refreshingly cool on my face. I just sat, reclined easily into a cane chair. A medley of sounds came to me from all directions. And somehow, locating each one was becoming rather fun. An oldish bollywood song from the bangle-seller's shop. Attention-seeking advertising couplets from a brightly tented exhibition. Loud-speaker announcements from the mela grounds, calling camels to assemble for a race. And the constant cacophony of broken hindi bargaining.
A few sips of cola refreshed me enough to get my hands on my camera that I had only recently gotten to using. Being new to this pleasure it was taking me a while to settle on a good shot.
I considered the appealing pile of sweets laid out in small, orange hills; then moved to a couple being transported to the mela-grounds on a wooden cart. I paused at a display of huge chunks of silver jewellery. I also liked the circle of pink and yellow dupattas scrutinizing a mass of jaggery.I had just about found the perfect shot. Just then, my muse, the little blue turban walked away with his pink candy-floss in hand. I turned to explore a bit more and saw that my brown-yellow parathas and white curd were served.
I gave photography a rest and sat to eat. This was one of those rare times when my eyes, ears and taste-buds were rejoicing all at once. And given that, I made it a delightfully long lunch.
In there, I knew my camera was itching to record the vivacity of Pushkar.
The waiter was waiting impatiently for his tip.
The jaggery was constantly being judged and rejected.
The camels were still assembling.
Another child was walking away with her rupee ten worth pink reward.
Meanwhile,
I was just falling in love with the concept of -
Roof-top Restaurants.
A few sips of cola refreshed me enough to get my hands on my camera that I had only recently gotten to using. Being new to this pleasure it was taking me a while to settle on a good shot.
I considered the appealing pile of sweets laid out in small, orange hills; then moved to a couple being transported to the mela-grounds on a wooden cart. I paused at a display of huge chunks of silver jewellery. I also liked the circle of pink and yellow dupattas scrutinizing a mass of jaggery.I had just about found the perfect shot. Just then, my muse, the little blue turban walked away with his pink candy-floss in hand. I turned to explore a bit more and saw that my brown-yellow parathas and white curd were served.
I gave photography a rest and sat to eat. This was one of those rare times when my eyes, ears and taste-buds were rejoicing all at once. And given that, I made it a delightfully long lunch.
In there, I knew my camera was itching to record the vivacity of Pushkar.
The waiter was waiting impatiently for his tip.
The jaggery was constantly being judged and rejected.
The camels were still assembling.
Another child was walking away with her rupee ten worth pink reward.
Meanwhile,
I was just falling in love with the concept of -
Roof-top Restaurants.
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