The next morning, Jaipur city exploration continued. Tanvi visited the grandiose City Palace, palatial Nahargarh Fort, resplendent Jaigarh Fort, reflective Jal Mahal, verdant Rambagh Palace and, pristine Birla Mandir. This was the first time that Tanvi was being a true traveller – she was inquisitive about the history, she was attentive to architectural details, she was curious to know more, she was appreciative of experiences; she was out of selfie-clicking mode – for she didn’t need to show off to anyone. She was travelling for the sake of being at that moment in that place. This was a new Tanvi who was not madly clicking selfies or checking-in into Facebook wall to preposterously implicit that she was enjoying. She didn’t need to this time because she was really enjoying and not simply faking fun. No hypocrisy, no show-off. It might not be a Facebook friendly trip but it was surely a trip close to her heart. This was her journey from being simply a tourist to responsible traveller.
She decided to make a quick stop at Ajmer for not only had she heard about miraculous stories of Dargah but also because she wanted to tie a thread of prayer for Major Dalbir’s safety. The news about insurgency attacks in Pathankot was disturbing.
It was a pleasant drive from Jaipur to Ajmer. Driving with one hand on the steering wheel, car zipping through tar coated shinning road amidst barren desert is a pleasure that only a person passionate about their car will resonate with. Tanvi was driving at a speed of 100kms/hour, listening to Mohit Chauhan and humming along.
Ajmer is a small town that is popular for two things, one ofcourse the Dargah Sharif and second yummy non-vegetarian food. The foodie instincts in Tanvi was ignited at the aroma of mughlai street food beautifully laid out at both corners of a narrow bylane close to dargah, inviting to dig in. Without any second thoughts, Tanvi ordered almost everything she saw – soft sheermal, juicy shaami kebab, spicy keema kaleji, aromatic and smokey flavoured biryani. It was truly a treat to self. The best dinner till date! Though people around were a bit amused to see a single woman enjoying her meal. Tanvi was asked atleast twice by the serving waiter if someone else will join. But, Tanvi was oblivious to all idiotic presumptions. She was enjoying her gala dinner. However, in the end Tanvi had to buy a few tablets of pudin hara to calm down her over excited stomach.
The next morning she got up early in the morning, wore her favourite yellow paisley designed cotton suit, wore a small bindi right between her eyebrows, and draped the yellow dupatta over her head. With her long and lustrous hair swaying with the movement of her hips, Tanvi looked every dime an Indian Goddess.
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