Dear Chittorgargh Fort,
I was still reeling from the feeling of falling in love with Udaipur when the need to part shortly with her came. It was quite painful since we only had a day to actually spend together. But then I had no choice but to bid adieu for a while so I could to meet you in person. Or maybe to save myself from hopelessly falling in love with Udaipur that I pretended I was excited to come see you. You already burned a hole in my pocket even when I have not yet stepped at your doors.
|Me with Zabar, our very informative tour guide|
|Temples left and right|
|And I hereby agree|
Okay, your entrance fee was really cheap compared to others. It came to my knowledge that you are actually huge and it could take several hours to fully explore you. I wondered again, what seems to be so interesting? And why do you have to be so big?
|What could be more intricate?|
But then I guess the winds changed and I got infatuated with you when I saw what we came for. Please forgive me for anticipating negative thoughts since it was really hot when we visited. Imagine admiring ruins at the mercy of the noontime rays!
|Towering tower: Vijay Stambha|
I guess I am a secret lover of anything towering and tall. I saw this meticulously designed structure and I immediately told my friend Marx if we can climb up there. Yes! I screamed silently. The tower has an internal viewing room at the top. I wonder what can be seen from there.
|Inside the viewing room|
|Bethlehem? Inside Padmini Palace|
You continuously surprised me with your precious little treasures. I had Morocco in my bucket list but never had I dreamed that I could get there this early. Yes, I know I am babbling. But, hey, getting a glimpse of the real Morocco from you is not bad. Perhaps the nine realms aligned and time and space were meeting during this event? I do not know but I really had to capture you in my memories.
|Enormous fort walls|
|This reminds me of Geometry|
Sad as I was, Marx and I needed to say goodbye to you since Udaipur is still waiting for us to come back. We spent dinner with her and enjoyed the lull of the night. The moon was hanging hazily over the horizon. It was drizzling when we had to part for the Pink City that night.
Your memories will always be alive within me, dear Chittorgarh.
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Other parts in this series
Part 1 How to Apply for an Indian Tourist Visa
Part 2 Smyle Inn :-)
Part 3 Karan's Guesthouse: Your Home in Jaipur
Part 4 Kolkata's Sunny Sunflower Guesthouse
Part 5 Goa's Little Secret
Part 6 One Night in Kuala Lumpur
Part 7 Brave in Bangalore
Part 8 The Ghost of Goa
Part 9 Magnificent Mumbai
Part 10 What to Wear in India for Women Travelers
Part 11 Romantic Udaipur
Part 12 You are on it!
Part 13 Pondering in the Pink City
Part 14 New Delhi Baby!
Part 15 The Red Fort
Part 16 Whirling Emotions
Part 17 Varanasi's Traditions
Part 18 Kolkata and Calcutta
Part 19 Off to Pattaya!
Part 20 India Trip at a Glance