PUSHKAR

RAJASTHAN – THE CITY OF COLOURS

And the churning began .I spread my arms brought my legs together and
took off. My circular flight took me closer to the apparition that is
always suspended, in a state of restlessness. Reaching out to the
heavens and the waters a like, finding peace for itself mid air. Looking
for peace, as I reached, motion greeted me. Containers danced, the
weight of what they carried dictating there rhythm. Vibrant colors could
not be contained while the lights blinked away slowly. They called me. I
stored them within me. The roofs flew. The platforms pushed against
each other in a fight to rise above the ground my eyes widened as I saw
them take a flight, becoming as light as the place itself.

And awaited mid air in a state of non-movement, as these others
move around me in tornado. The huge ring guided it. I waited for them
too choose. Me so I become them. Getting a positive reply I decided to
break equilibrium and set my feet on the ground to experience what it
had to offer me. After the long take off, the mid way Holt and the
unexpected landing, I finally started walking towards this usual yet
distinctive city. It seemed as if it always walked a few steps ahead of me,
as if it guided me with its huge number of family members who had very
specific role of their own play. Be it those egoistic average heighted
boxes who still managed to squeeze in and give me a narrow walk way
or the wide color full ones welcoming me with a sense of protection
with a little help from a younger sibling hanging overhead protecting
me from the natural heating device and guided my way ahead, Be it
those distracting colorful packets with things hanging inviting you to
spent at least 30% of the money in your pocket or be it those older and
dominating ones who allow you to enter all together a different yet to a
very similar kind of environment. Also introducing you to one of the
most important family member. That allowed me to touch and feel the
waters, assuring a safe access to it. Now they also started matching my
footsteps as our destinations was similar. As I climbed the steps
downwards my eyes kept on widening and as I reached the waters they
commanded my eyes to move up and down on the circumference of this
huge circle. What my eyes could see was a perfect balance of colors,
white though a dirty white accompanied with the greenish blue of the
lake , seeks and peeks of oranges and blues and the very specific
blackish brown stones who from their color itself stated that they have
lived a very long life . Some of them were all decked up in black and
white marble while majority of them tried to keep it simple. Walking
around this huge ring accompanied by the most enthusiastic family
member who matched my foot steps till I reached the point where I
started from while walking two things kept on juggling in my mind, Was
it the stories that were to be trusted upon or the logics that were
applied? My quest to come to a conclusion remained incomplete still
having a sense of satisfaction. I am glad it was a positive reply.