18th February, 2014
It was a Monday yesterday, as always i saw frustration everywhere. So i switched off my phone, and stared at the lazy faces around and at the faces of them, travellers.
A 16 hour pit-stop at Bikaner, on my way from Jaisalmer to Delhi, was one of the best decisions i made in this trip.
This is an Hors d’oeuvre … a post on the beautiful doors & windows of Bikaner… dedicated to the lady who loves doors.
Junagarh Fort of Bikaner is probably the best maintained & managed fort in Rajasthan, also one of the most beautiful fort from inside.
My tour started with me waiting for the ‘free’ palace guide, in front of this door:
And then i saw this door, it was love at first sight (Junagarh Fort):
But then this door happened, and i am confused now:
So i ran into the ‘children’s room, where the royal kids saw clouds & rain through wall paintings, and there was this one amongst dark blue clouds & lightning:
And then there was ‘the rich husband’ or ‘the prized wife’…this pure sliver door:
But then ‘the woods’ responded with this beauty, carved out of walnut wood from Kashmir:
Some exits need no doors, like this one leading to the roof:
And some doors rarely open, they become home to the ones who need no doors nor roof:
With so many doors in my mind, i ran out of the fort into Bikaner.
I ran and ran, till i reached the great wall of the city.
I saw the Sun heading to its dorm on my right,
A little left to the Sun was the Jain Temple build by Seth Bhandashah.
And in there i saw the most beautiful painting ever made on the inside of a door:
I ran out into the streets, through the old city of Bikaner.
There were doors every where, arranged in such symmetry.
Through the narrow lanes,
a quick right there and a turning here,
i reached there at last…
the Mecca of doors & windows,
Rampuria Havelis of Bikaner
I stared at them from down under,
they looked at me and then to the far sky:
I ran again, more with my eyes than my legs.
I met some doors, they looked younger than me…
but wiser by few centuries.
Some so brightly dressed,
with Rampuria halo of nobility around them:
Some held their breath as i passed by them,
seemed like a salute or a greeting.
Maybe it is a door salute!
Mesmerized by doors & windows,
i forgot to ask: where is the wall?
Maybe you can point out the walls for me,
because i surely didn’t see them on my way.
I walked back, with so many doors & windows,
safely locked behind my mind’s door.
I walked a long way till I saw them again.
They looked at me and then to the far sky.
Some links for you to run through: