Here’s my third and final re-post for the Daily Post a story in pictures. Hopefully I shall be back with fresh content soon. Thanks for your visits and patience. Have a wonderful day.
One sunny winter morning, we set to explore the Kolkata suburbs. Err well actually, the boys were on the lookout for a suitable place to reconnect minus the usual noise of their own ‘inhibitory’ pathways. And I, being blessed with no such inhibitions, tagged along for some possible photo ops. And voila there unfolded right before my phone camera a live drama.
The ladies were out for a bit of a munch at brunch
Perhaps share a few confidences away from the old hag and other potential eavesdroppers.
Oh but wait – what was that? Danger!!!
Time for a graceful and disdainful retreat – the leading lady led the way, while a tardy youngster grabbed a mouthful for the road.
Feeling brave, I ventured closer. She gave me a beady glare – No interviews or autographs please. I have other urgent business to attend to – she trotted off on…
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And steadies:
Look this way
And that way
A massive storage container. But I cannot quite fathom what exactly they stored – grains perhaps. But how did they scrape the bottom of the barrel? By climbing in I guess. Good place to play hide and seek but only if it is at least half full with solid stuff.
A view of the Chittor fort. These days, Sound and Light shows are held every evening on the lawns. Somehow in the sepia version I can hear the tinkling of anklets, perhaps a teasing laugh and the rustle of silk skirts. Can you?
Next I have a selection of doors – an ordinary wooden locked door
A grade higher – a designer door. It is clearly the residence of someone of some importance.
Just beyond the gate is the battlefield where the Rajputs fought the invaders. Elephants were used in battle and to hammer the gates open. And hence the spikes at the height of elephant heads to injure them – innovative but tragic for the innocent participants.
A steep flight of stairs and as the warning sign indicates very low roofed as well. The City Palace at Udaipur is a maze of such flights of stairs from which there is no escape especially for the scrunched up outsider. Smart thinking eh.
A BW version of street art – the previous post of Cee’s 
Back to the palace walls and its intricate design.
Woody branches waiting for spring to pass before growing leaves to protect itself from the blazing Sun. Strange isn’t it that trees undress during winters and dress up in summers?
Just another Neem tree residing in a palace courtyard with not much to do except litter the place with golden yellow leaves every spring.
Rooted to the spot and bored to her core, she yawns and rustles her branches. Oh the tales she could tell, if anyone cared to listen.
And lo behold she has gathered quite a few fresh green followers glistening with eagerness – now if only one of them could type 😉
See anything you like? The elephant in the middle seems to be a rip off from the one at the City Palace
And why not? Unmatched in size and strength, they are a symbol of power and invincibility.
This is a replica of Chetak the famous horse of Maharana Pratap. Chetak is still revered for his bravery and loyalty towards his master and hence the snout signifying elephant-like strength.
One of the horses of the current Maharaja in its stable.
A saddled horse waits for potential riders with his master.
A decked up camel looking for parking space amongst cars
I tried to capture a bird in flight – did you notice the twig in its beak? An architect!
Look who’s here to catch a flight! How many can you see?
Kitty ponders on the meaning of life – to descend or not to descend
An adopted stray dog chills out on his brand new bed
Loved the coils of the snake in this sculpture
Look who’s taking a stroll on the highway. But of course they are blessed with divine protection. One is the vehicle of Yama Lord of Death and the other a favorite of the Lord of the Lords.
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