Agamani: Pre-Durga Puja Expo 2026 at Dilli Haat --- A Celebration of Bengali Handicrafts, Culture & Durga Puja Agamani 2026 at Dilli Haat If you are a Bengali living outside Bengal, whether in Delhi or anywhere else in the world, you will, almost unwittingly and inevitably, find yourself seeking out places, people, markets, and festivities that connect you to your Bengali culture and roots. No matter how far you travel or how long you stay away, there is always a part of you that yearns for that familiar touch of home. This year, I learned about the Pre-Puja Expo in September, just a few days before the much-awaited celebration of Durga Puja. And, quite naturally, I couldn't resist the temptation to visit. The event was held from 18th to 30th September. Dilli Haat Late September in Delhi is usually quite pleasant, with occasional spells of rain and the sun playing hide-and-seek behind the clouds. As you step into the expo, you are almost instantly enveloped by the unmistakable air of Bengal. Familiar voices mingle in the background, sellers and buyers conversing in the same beloved dialect, their words carrying the warmth and intimacy of a world you thought you had left behind. And suddenly, for a fleeting yet beautiful moment, you no longer feel so far away from your motherland. Bengal is not merely a place on the map; it lives within you, quietly tucked away in the folds of your heart, waiting for a moment of recognition, a familiar voice, a fleeting scent, or perhaps just a whisper to awaken it. If you are an artist, or simply someone with an artist's heart, you may find yourself looking at the creations far more than their price tags. You become absorbed in their beauty, the intricate details, the colours, the textures, and the sheer imagination that transforms ordinary materials into something extraordinary. Some pieces are undoubtedly overpriced, and one has every right to bargain. Yet somewhere along the way, I often feel we overlook what it takes to create a work of art. Behind every artefact or painting are hands that have crafted, moulded, carved, sharpened, and polished with patience, dedication, and passion. Hours of toil, moments of doubt, and an artist's quiet devotion are embedded in every finished piece. As I wandered past the stalls, I came across shops displaying exquisite pieces of handmade jewellery—nose pins, bracelets, amulets, bangles, necklaces, rings, earrings, hairpins, and so much more. Each piece seemed to carry a story of its own: the hands that lovingly crafted it, and the hands that would eventually adorn themselves with it. The journey connecting the maker to the wearer is nothing short of magical, perhaps even a little mysterious. I couldn't help but wonder how an artist from a far-flung corner of Bengal, such as Nadia or Uttarpara, travelled all the way to Delhi to share their creations with someone from that very same land, yet now calling another place home. Two lives, separated by distance but bound by a shared heritage, meeting through something as delicate and beautiful as a piece of handmade jewellery. Isn't there something quietly magical about this? Perhaps life does come full circle after all—sometimes through a familiar voice, sometimes through a chance encounter, and sometimes through a little piece of art that carries within it the soul of the land we both call home. Handmade jewellery Besides jewellery, there were stalls overflowing with sarees—Dhakai, Jamdani, Taant, Tussar silk, Bishnupuri, block-printed, handwoven, and hand-stitched—each carrying its own charm, artistry, and timeless elegance, all gathered under the same roof at Dilli Haat. For Bengali women, adorning themselves in sarees during Durga Puja is an age-old tradition, woven deeply into the cultural and emotional fabric of the celebration. Draped in its flowing folds, a woman seems to embody and reflect the divine feminine energy of Ma Durga. And then, there was terracotta pottery and jewellery. I was fascinated by the artistry with which ordinary kitchen utensils and other everyday objects were shaped out of natural clay, and by the sheer variety of forms, designs, and shapes displayed in the open. Terracotta literally means 'baked earth' — a beautiful expression of the art of transforming earth into something extraordinary! Rooted in age-old traditions, terracotta carries the rustic charm of Bengal, reflecting the intimate relationship between nature, craftsmanship, and culture. Terracotta earthenware Wooden combs and spoons As I ambled further, there was still so much more to discover—wooden combs, spoons in an assortment of shapes and sizes, jewellery made from cloth pieces, silver ornaments, pearls, precious stones, jute bags, shawls, Patachitra, and a myriad of other treasures. Patachitra(also spelt Pattachitra) is a traditional Indian art form in which artists paint intricate pictures and tell stories on cloth or other prepared surfaces. The word comes from the Sanskrit patta, meaning cloth or canvas, and chitra, meaning picture. Pattachitra Stalls at Dilli Haat Pearls and Silver Stone jewellery So, the next time you are around here in Delhi, or you happen to stay in the Delhi NCR Region, do give it a try and come to this place for a memorable experience, to soak in the rhythm of pujo fervour. "HAPPY DURGA PUJO TO ALL !!!" Dhaaki sounds of Durga Puja "Autumn has already made its way in, and the essence of Sharad can be heard in the beats of the dhaak and felt in the fragrant swirls of the dhunuchi smoke" By Nandini Sengupta @metaphors_of_life

"Every house has a story, a character, a memory and a soul." Of dreamy windows and gardens As I sit down to write on this topic, I feel overwhelmed with ideas, memories and experiences, and I don't know where or how to start... How to order my ideas, sequence my stories and imbue coherence in my writing at the same time. Maybe this time I shouldn't do that; I shouldn't follow a rule, and I should keep writing as they flow and let them make their own spaces as they wish... A house remembers---- its walls, perhaps in particular. It remembers our laughter, silent tears, anger, grudges, and whatnot... at times, stories we even forget with time... Houses have characters--- the place, time, people who lived in them, the colour of the floors, the texture of the paint, the hinges of the windows, the thickness of the walls, the ceiling, the direction of the sunrays--- every minute addition or subtraction calculates the depth of its character, the length of memory they have preserved in between those bricks and mortar...At times I marvel at their resilience!!! They have seen so much, endured and have become part of our history, not only of a country in general but also of the inhabitants in particular. Houses have characters We often say a house is what we build and a home is what we make of it...But I believe that long before a house becomes a home, it has witnessed the toil, dedication, and perseverance of people who never actually get to live in it—the architects, the labourers, the masons... we barely count their part, even as they unintentionally become part of our dream, our story... I always notice houses wherever I go-- be it a small hut in a village, a mansion, an apartment, the clothes hanging on the balcony, the chairs, those dreamy French windows, the old mango trees in the gardens, the fresh smell of a newly painted house, the designs of the floor--- I notice every odd thing; they have so many stories living in them-- of people once loved and forgotten, of loneliness, of madness, of scarcity, of abundance, of fights, of love, of banter and of prayer... They somehow seep into me, transport me, and in that fleeting moment become the narrative of my story —I interpret them as my prototypes...a part of my peculiar imagination!!! Of childhood and more The concept of home holds different meanings to different people. For some, it's a place they come back to after a hard day's work; for some, it's a place they visit once in a while to see their old parents, their homeland; while for others, it's just a memory they will never be able to return to. A forgotten house The houses where we live, the neighbourhood we choose, the voices, the family we coexist with, gradually become us... the lanes we take every single day to reach our dwelling place, the flickering street lamp at night, the smell of samosas and jalebis as we cross the shops--- all of them add to what we call 'Home'. That feeling of comfort is so specific, so familiar, and symbiotic —first we make the house, and then the house makes who we are...the houses we become: every house has a story to tell. Have you ever noticed how a house feels empty after your child leaves for school, or your close ones bid adieu after staying for a few days —that weird feeling in the stomach, that tightness in the chest, those drops of tears at the corner of your eyes?? How the same house feels different, like a stranger! The lost view of veranda Last December, while I stood on the veranda of my parents' house in Kolkata, I felt a conflict within me...those very lanes, those windows of the buildings that were once so familiar to me, the presswala in front of our building, the sounds and chatter, the plants, the flowers —every object seemed so distant from me. Either I couldn't identify with them, or they couldn't recognize me; those narrow, winding, confusing lanes, which I knew by heart as I went to my tuition classes, seemed so remote in my memory —a part of me that seemed to have forgotten me... I don't know how to put them into words so they sound convincing and comprehensible at the same time...I saw a different me in my reflection on the glass of the building opposite me...A part of me belongs here, my roots, a part of my identity that disagrees to be amputated from the body of a life once lived in its entirety, while another part feels so anomalous, incongruous. Like others, a house is not just a place where I live...it's much more and beyond that. It's an extension of who I am--- my wall paintings, the colours I chose painstakingly, the designs of my drawers and cupboards, the shelves where I keep my clothes and books, the cups and pans that I use, my plants in the verandah--- every nook and corner speaks to me, of me... But most often, a house is meaningful to me for the people who live in it...maybe what we seek is not just the shelter, but the ones we love and care for, who make the home a living place to be in...a place we often call 'ghar', whether in Hindi or in Bengali...the language ceases to matter; the feelings do. "You are my home where I am seen and heard without being judged, a place I can be me, just me I feel safe in your arms, as I aspire to do the same for you with all my love..." By Nandini Sengupta @metaphors_of_life

Notes, laptop & tea "The things I couldn't write" For almost eight months, I couldn't write anything...Anything means nothing---- absolutely nothing. The journey from the pen to the paper, from my hands to the keyboard, seemed endless, as if the road was lost, or maybe I lost it. I had no idea how or where to go -- stuck in the middle of nowhere. My hands ached, my head throbbed as though an invisible hand were tightening its grip around my skull, my feet felt heavy and tired, and my shoes had started giving blisters —I felt immobile, helpless, and trapped. Trapped in the quagmire of my own life.... I would hesitate to share, and even if I did, only in moments of absolute desperation or in bits. I feared, doubted and questioned myself...the answers felt like being locked somewhere in the middle of a bottomless ocean, and the keys were lost in oblivion.... a fragile sense of nothingness pervaded like a needle into my blood as it mingled with the muscles and bones and tissues and veins of my entire being... And then those dreams---weird, messy, foggy---familiar faces floated in front of my eyes, but I couldn't find myself---they seemed vague, otherworldly, and at times rather consequential to my existence. I would try to decode them through my bare essentials, with no results whatsoever. I gave up, yet the dreams continued...in fragments, in minute atomic pieces for a long time... loss and grief The last year taught me a lot about grief. I held my loss as a very private, sacred space, something I carried silently within me... too intimate to be spoken about. But I forgot that grief is at once personal, universal and cyclic. I thought sharing it would strip it of its sanctity and that I should hold it tightly like a kid holds her toy, with a sense that it belonged only to me. I was waiting for the right words, maybe the right time, to process it into writing, and this holding on 'in between' is so agonizing and stifling at the same time, hanging somewhere in the middle of a bridge on the verge of collapse, yet you fear to take a single step, lest you lose your balance...things I couldn't write about... Dreams "at times we lose our might at a place where we dreamed of taking our flight, in between those pauses and madness and eclipses we slowly understand the true meaning of resilience and surrender in glimpses..." By Nandini Sengupta @metaphors_of_life

The jamun tree Beneath that jamun tree our story began in the backyard of your house, listening to your endless stories while busy narrating my own ones, in those shared moments of innocence and laughter, waiting for the bell to ring to measure our way back home, weighed down with school bags yet with a host of unforgettable secrets inside our lunch boxes and sharpeners. Unkempt and unbothered, our story walked through lanes of months and years, through quarrels and cajoling, dumbsharads and postcards. You travelled the globe as I travelled my world: you found beauties in places undisclosed, I perceived magic in familiarity. leaves of love And when we met again, no longer the children we once were, years and spaces got entwined in between my feminine urge and your muscular form: our story got inscribed on the sky with words and ink of the Divine. That unbridled laughter gave way to stolen glances and uncertain smiles, my eyes betrayed what I tried to hide. When your fingers slipped gently into mine I curled my toes, held my breath as you came closer to me AND then our STORY began again sitting under that very jamun tree as the dusk silently dawned in the backyard of your house... By Nandini Sengupta @metaphors_of_life

Dilli Haat "that small woollen doll, happy sitting with the knick-knacks, those earthen wares and trinkets, kashmiri shawls, phulkari, and not to miss those puppets, bangles, earrings, and mufflers; a walk for a while in the market you turn out to be a puzzler..." Dilli Haat: A Colourful Walk Through India’s Art, Handicrafts, and Street Food Culture Spending a sunny winter afternoon at Dilli Haat in Delhi  with friends or family is no less than a treat. The stalls, the outlets, and the people together conjure an image of mystery and magic. I have lost count of the number of times I have visited this vibrant cultural hub over the years—and yet, every visit bestows upon me a fresh and exciting experience. As you enter, tickets are required, with different charges for adults and children. Walk a little further, and you are welcomed into a world brimming with vibrance, voices, colours, and cultural energy . Artists and craftsmen from across India come together here to showcase their eclectic works of art to eager patrons. Indeed, this is where your true talent for negotiation  shines! Though I could never quite master this art myself, I have observed people—especially women—negotiating with utmost sincerity and finesse. My eyes often drift to the shop owner, watching how a meticulously crafted, time-intensive piece slowly comes down to the price of a needle (pun intended). The actual  price, however, remains a mystery forever! A vibrant stall selling beautiful art pieces Art, Craft, and Cultural Delights at Dilli Haat This year, the highlights were stalls from Ladakh and the northeastern states of India . I enjoyed wandering through the maze of lively shops, chattering crowds, and boisterous children running aimlessly—while their parents struggled valiantly to keep pace. As someone deeply passionate about Indian art, handicrafts, and artefacts , this fair was an opportunity I simply couldn’t miss. I picked up a few pieces from these makeshift shops: earrings, bracelets, a purse, and a flower pot—wait, not a real one! It was crafted from wire and wool , a rare and remarkable piece of art. woollen flower pot- a rare piece of art As you stroll further, you’ll encounter astrologers reading palms and offering glimpses into the future. Nearby, artists sketch lifelike portraits , capturing expressions with astonishing precision as you sit patiently before them. The variety here is endless— precious stones, silver jewellery, pearls, pickles, papads, honey , and more. An afternoon market at Dilli Haat Traditional Indian Paintings You’ll Find at Dilli Haat One art form I encounter during every visit is Madhubani painting , named after the Madhubani district of Bihar—an art I deeply adore and personally collect. Another striking art form from Odisha is Patachitra , a cloth-based scroll painting depicting mythological, religious, and folk themes. I am always in awe of how intricately these images are brought to life using natural colours. Crowds gather eagerly around garment stalls, trying on kurtis, sweaters, and shawls , while others deliberate over cushion covers and bedspreads. The six-yard saree , in its many regional styles, adorns several shops, quietly narrating stories of India’s textile heritage. Eclectic art pieces at Dilli Haat Food at Dilli Haat: A Treat for Your Taste Buds And how could one forget the food joints at Dilli Haat ? An array of dishes from different states of India awaits to satiate your palate. Just glance at the menus, choose your pick, and indulge—there’s something for every craving. So go ahead, relish the flavours, and enjoy gorging guilt-free! Exploring Dilli Haat is therefore a colourful walk Through India’s art, handicrafts, and street food culture and many more. When you finally feel exhausted from filling your bags, your stomach, and not to miss, your soul, you leave Dilli Haat with memories worth savouring . So, signing off for now…Can’t wait to share my next post with you—it’s just around the corner!!! By Nandini Sengupta @metaphors_of_life #dillihaat #shoppersparadise #art #artifacts #food #delhi #travelblog #market #blogpost #writer #blogger #writersofindia #enjoy #ladakh #northeast #winter #afternoon #family #friends #flowerpot #madhubanipainting #patachitra

"The echoes of the lost history, the enigma of magnificent fortresses, rises against the amber-washed sky; the hush of the unheard footsteps, guards the secret tales, kept close by..." View of the city from Hawa Mahal, Jaipur In October, when autumn had just set in, when the leaves had found their way to rebirth, I visited Jaipur and had the pleasure of exploring its rich culture, vibrant food scene, royal architecture, and timeless history. During my Jaipur trip, I had the chance to wander through the dreamy Pink City and document its must-see attractions in my travel diary. In this blog, I’ll share my personal experiences, anecdotes, the Jaipur itinerary I followed, the best places to visit in Jaipur, and some practical travel tips for first-time visitors. How My Journey to the Pink City Began: Jaipur had always been on my mind, waiting patiently for the doorway to open into an authentic travel experience. Feeling a bit fatigued from my daily routine, I decided to book a flight two weeks earlier — a small choice that felt like a gift to myself. As the plane descended over the Pink City, I could see evening lights weaving the city into a secret story, like a sky full of fireflies. I felt a sense of calm settling in, my mind loosening into a thread ready to entangle into an unknown yet enlivening experience this Jaipur trip would lead to. Hawa Mahal, Pink City, Jaipur How I Planned My Jaipur Trip: As I mentioned earlier, I had planned my trip only two weeks before the travel date. With my daughter on vacation, the three of us, including my husband, escaped into the Pink City, ready to explore its royal palaces, bustling streets, and hidden gems. This short-notice journey turned into an unforgettable experience, giving us a chance to discover Jaipur's culture, history, and vibrant life. An aerial view from, the flight Best time to visit Jaipur: The best time to visit Jaipur is during the winter months, from October to March, when the weather is pleasantly cool and perfect for wandering through forts, palaces, and bustling markets. December to February is the peak tourist season, with the city buzzing with life and colours. The scorching summers, from April to June, are best avoided if you’re not a fan of intense heat, and the monsoon months, July to September, bring occasional heavy rains. During our Jaipur trip, the afternoons were quite hot, especially while exploring the forts and streets, but the evenings were pleasantly cool, perfect for strolling through the Pink City and enjoying the vibrant markets. The contrast of the intense daytime sun and the gentle evening breeze made each day feel like a true Jaipur experience. Jaipur: An entrance into a world of history Must-See Attractions in Jaipur (The Places That Made My Trip Special) During our Jaipur trip, I planned a mix of sightseeing, food experiences, and leisure, so that each day felt full but not rushed. We spent our time exploring the Pink City—from majestic forts to vibrant bazaars, City Palace to Hawa Mahal, Amer Fort to Chokhi Dhani —thereby making a fulfilling, unforgettable experience to bring home. Here’s how we spent three unforgettable days discovering the city’s must-see attractions. Hawa Mahal – The Iconic Face of Jaipur: Hawa Mahal Some places don’t simply stand tall — they breathe, whisper, and watch over the centuries. Hawa Mahal in Jaipur, the iconic Palace of Winds, felt exactly like that the moment I saw it. A quiet guardian of Rajasthan’s royal past, yet shimmering proudly in its pink splendour, it remains one of the most mesmerizing heritage sites in Jaipur. We began our first day in Jaipur with this breathtaking marvel, and honestly, I couldn’t have asked for a more magical beginning. It felt like the city was gently opening its doors, inviting us in with stories carved in pink sandstone and winds that carry centuries of untold tales. The front section of Hawa Mahal was incredibly crowded, not just with excited tourists but also with photographers vying for the perfect shot. For a moment, it felt almost impossible to capture a peaceful picture of the iconic Palace of Winds. Somehow, after waiting and manoeuvring through the lively chaos, we managed to snap a few photos and finally make our way inside this breathtaking landmark in Jaipur. Built in 1799 by Maharaja Sawai Pratap Singh and imagined by the gifted Lal Chand Ustad, this architectural wonder was more than just a royal creation. It was a sanctuary, a place where royal women, bound by the purdah system, could gaze upon the city’s vibrant streets without ever being seen. Its 953 latticed windows, those delicate jharokhas, weren’t just ornamental marvels; they were tiny portals connecting hidden royal lives to the bustling world outside. And in the fierce Rajasthani summers, these honeycombed jharokhas became a natural cooling system, allowing gentle breezes to flow through the palace, the very reason it earned the name Palace of Winds. As I stood before its five-storey façade, the intricate design shimmered in the morning light, almost as if the palace itself was alive, inhaling and exhaling with the city. The pyramidal crown rising above resembled the divine crown of Lord Krishna, adding a spiritual grace that travellers often feel the moment they look up. Perhaps that’s why Hawa Mahal feels less like stone and more like a living memory, something cherished, protected, and deeply loved. Often described as the jewel of Jaipur tourism, this masterpiece is a perfect conversation between Rajput strength and Mughal elegance, a fusion so seamless that it feels like two cultures holding hands across time. Its pink façade isn’t just beautiful, it defines the very identity of Jaipur, the famed Pink City. Inside Jaipur’s City Palace: City Palace, Jaipur After stepping out of the windswept beauty of Hawa Mahal, our next destination was the magnificent City Palace of Jaipur: a place that doesn’t just stand as a structure, but unfolds like a living chapter of Rajasthan’s royal history. Located deep within the old walled city, the City Palace was conceived and built by Maharaja Sawai Jai Singh II, the visionary founder of Jaipur. From the moment we walked through its grand gateways, the palace felt like a serene world of its own — a graceful fusion of Rajput and Mughal architecture, wrapped in soft pink hues that define the very spirit of the Pink City. What makes the City Palace truly remarkable is that it’s not just a museum or a monument. It is still home to Jaipur’s ruling royal family, who reside in a private section of the palace. There is something quietly humbling about walking through hallways where history was lived, not just written. The sprawling complex houses two of its most famous structures: Mubarak Mahal and Maharani’s Palace. Mubarak Mahal, once the palace of reception, now hosts the Maharaja Sawai Man Singh II Museum, an exquisite collection of royal costumes, shimmering Pashmina shawls, elegant Banaras silk saris, Sanganeri-printed garments, delicate folk embroidery, and even the enormous clothes of Maharaja Sawai Madho Singh I. Each piece feels like a window into the personal life of the royals. City Palace, Jaipur The Maharani’s Palace, on the other hand, surprised me with its stunning display of Rajput weaponry — swords, shields, and arms dating back as early as the 15th century. The ceiling paintings here are beautifully preserved, glowing softly under the light as if time has barely touched them. Walking through the courtyards and intricately carved gateways, it is impossible not to imagine the grandeur of the Kachwaha Dynasty, one of India’s most powerful royal families. Their reign stretched nearly a thousand years, and their legacy is visible in every fortress, temple, and palace they built, but the City Palace remains their most dazzling creation. As we explored its courtyards, we realized why the City Palace remains one of Jaipur’s most iconic tourist attractions. It isn’t just about opulence or design. It is about stories whispered through pink walls, embroidered into royal costumes, and echoed in the rustle of old silk. And walking through it felt like stepping into the heartbeat of Jaipur itself. For travellers, reaching the City Palace is easy — autos, taxis, and local buses all connect directly to this landmark in the heart of Jaipur. Jantar Mantar Observatory: Jantar Mantar, Jaipur After a relaxed lunch at Baradari Restaurant inside the City Palace, we made our way to Jantar Mantar, one of Jaipur’s most extraordinary treasures. Built in 1734 by Maharaja Sawai Jai Singh II, this UNESCO World Heritage Site stands as a stunning reminder of India’s astronomical brilliance. Jantar Mantar showcases nineteen remarkable stone instruments, including the world’s largest stone sundial — each designed to track celestial movements, measure local time, and observe astronomical positions with the naked eye. Though it no longer functions as an active observatory, it remains a beautifully preserved monument where tours and educational sessions bring its history to life. The very name “Jantar Mantar,” derived from the Sanskrit yantra (instrument) and mantrana (calculation), perfectly reflects the purpose behind these awe-inspiring structures. Restored multiple times and protected as a National Monument, it stands today as one of the world’s finest architectural and scientific wonders, drawing travellers, astronomers, architects, and curious souls from across the globe. Patrika Gate: Patrika Gate, Jaipur We made an unplanned, quick visit to the Patrika Gate in Jaipur, and it turned out to be a delightful surprise. Having mostly seen videos of this stunning landmark on YouTube, we were eager to experience it in person. The intricate art and vibrant architecture of Patrika Gate, combined with the serene garden at the back, offered a perfect retreat after a long, tiring day. After exploring the heart of the Pink City, we set off for Chokhi Dhani. Since the village opens around 5:30 pm, we had planned our day accordingly and booked our tickets online in advance. Chokhi Dhani: Rajasthani Cultural Village: Chokhi Dhani, Jaipur Chokhi Dhani is a vibrant cultural village that captures the true heart of Rajasthan — its colours, warmth, music, and timeless traditions. By the time we reached, the heat and hours of walking had already worn us out, yet our spirits stayed firmly in place, curious and excited to explore this fascinating world waiting behind its rustic gates. The moment we stepped inside, we were welcomed with traditional tikas on our foreheads, a beautiful symbol of Rajasthani hospitality. The earthy facade and village-style decor instantly set our mood for the cultural revelations that lay ahead. As evening descended, Chokhi Dhani transformed into a magical setting of music, laughter, and festivity. Puppet shows, fire and dance performances, traditional games, magic shows, and mehndi art added to the lively village ambience, making every corner feel like a celebration of Rajasthan’s heritage. The highlight, of course, was the authentic Rajasthani dining experience. Served in a traditional setting, the meal featured a generous spread: from dal baati churma and gatte ki sabzi to piping hot rotis brushed with ghee, papad, pickles, chicken, laal maas, and sweets that tasted awesome. Under the night sky, with music echoing and lanterns glowing along the pathways, Chokhi Dhani felt like an intimate glimpse into Rajasthan’s soul. Despite our tired feet, the experience wrapped us in warmth, culture, and joy — a perfect way to end our first day in Jaipur. **(I will be writing a separate blog post on Chokhi Dhani, as it deserves a special place of its own) Nahargarh Fort: Nahargarh fort, Jaipur We started our second day with a visit to Nahargarh Fort, perched gracefully atop the Aravalli Hills. As we ascended in our rented car, the fort’s majestic silhouette unfolded against the sky, a reminder of the grandeur of 18th-century Rajasthan. Built in 1734 by Maharaja Sawai Jai Singh II, Nahargarh, literally “abode of tigers”, once served as a summer retreat and a strategic defence alongside Amber and Jaigarh Forts. Its intricate carvings, Indo-European architectural elegance, and serene courtyards tell stories of Rajput kings, their queens, and the legends that linger within these walls. The pure brilliance of miniature paintings in floral designs left me awestruck, and capturing them with my camera was indeed a tough job— such intricate designs, such skill that made those walls speak for themselves. I wanted to carry them all with me. Those small windows that imparted a charismatic view of the city were inexplicable. Quite a few monkeys were roaming around, all clearly fond of juices. I happened to carry a cold drink, which somehow ended up in the hands of one curious monkey. To my astonishment, it was a brand-new, unopened bottle, and the monkey opened it with elan. From that moment, I couldn’t help but keep my eyes on them, often more than on the majestic fort itself. Thankfully, once we stepped further inside, the fort’s artistry and panoramic views of Jaipur’s cityscape captured our full attention again. It offers breathtaking vistas and architectural brilliance, making it one of Jaipur’s must-visit attractions. Jal Mahal: View of Jal Mahal from the Nahargarh fort premises As we descended the Aravalli hills in the car, we caught glimpses of Jal Mahal, the stunning “Water Palace” nestled in the middle of Man Sagar Lake. Its elegant architecture rising from the serene waters offered a beautiful and peaceful view, making it one of the most picturesque sights in Jaipur. Jaigarh Fort: Jaigarh Fort, Jaipur Situated atop the Cheelka Teela, or “Hill of Eagles,” Jaigarh Fort in Jaipur is a stunning testament to Rajput military prowess and architectural brilliance. Built in 1726 by Maharaja Sawai Jai Singh II as a defensive bastion for Amber Fort, its sandstone walls offer mesmerizing panoramic views of the surrounding Aravalli Hills and Jaipur city. We couldn’t explore the entire fort, as my legs were aching from all the walking earlier, but simply taking in the overall view and soaking up the historic vibes was a delight. Part of the fort was being used for a function, with several cars entering the premises, which made our walk a little cumbersome. Still, the sheer scale and grandeur of Jaigarh Fort left a lasting impression, reminding us why it is one of Jaipur’s most iconic heritage landmarks. Amer Fort – A Regal Masterpiece of Jaipur’s Golden Era: Amer Fort, Jaipur Resting on a rugged hill, Amer Fort (Amber Fort) rises in breathtaking hues of pale yellow and pink sandstone, an architectural marvel that seamlessly blends Rajput grandeur with Mughal finesse. A UNESCO World Heritage Site and one of Rajasthan’s most celebrated attractions, Amer Fort is a place where history, artistry, and imagination come alive in the most spectacular way. Commissioned in 1592 by Maharaja Man Singh I, this magnificent fortress once served as the proud capital of the Kachhwaha Rajputs. Its sprawling structure is divided into four imposing courtyards, each with its own charm: from royal residences to audience halls, lush gardens, and secret passages hidden beneath its stone floors. Sheesh Mahal, Amer Fort A fusion of Hindu (Rajput) and Mughal architecture, the fort is adorned with red sandstone, white marble, intricate frescoes, ornate latticework, and precious stone inlays. Several structures, such as the Diwan-e-Aam, reveal the refined taste and lavish lifestyle of its former rulers. But the crown jewel of Amer Fort is undoubtedly the Sheesh Mahal (Hall of Mirrors)—a glittering wonder where thousands of tiny mirrors refract even a single ray of light into a dazzling spectacle. Intricate designs on the walls of Amer Fort, Jaipur Hidden beneath the fort lies a restored network of underground tunnels linking Amer Fort to the mighty Jaigarh Fort, a secret military escape route that still carries echoes of its storied past. Mesmerizing view from Amer Fort, Jaipur We visited Amer Fort on the third and last day of our Jaipur trip, and it instantly became the most memorable highlight of them all. Even though we started early to avoid the crowds, we were surprised to see people arriving even earlier. If you’re planning a visit, go early; the narrow uphill road can easily lead to traffic jams later in the morning. As I wandered through the winding pathways and climbed the fort’s steep passages, something inside me shifted. I captured countless videos, yet nothing felt enough. I was entirely transported to another era. I found myself imagining what life must have been like inside those ornate chambers… imagining the princesses and queens gently peeking through the jharokhas and latticed windows, their veils fluttering softly in the breeze. For a moment, I felt as though I was one of them, walking through history, living a life suspended between duty and dream. Shopping spree in Jaipur: We had our own little shopping spree across Jaipur...wandering through hidden nooks, tiny alleys, local stalls, and charming handicraft emporiums. I didn’t really follow the “top places to shop” lists online; instead, I stopped wherever something caught my eye, which made the experience even more delightful. Still, for travellers who want to explore the city’s most loved shopping hubs, a few iconic names deserve a mention. Johri Bazar, famous for its jewellery and vibrant fabrics; Bapu Bazar, known for colourful jutis, textiles, and souvenirs; and Tripolia Bazar, the go-to place for stunning lacquer bangles and traditional crafts—all remain timeless favourites for tourists. I must also add that Chokhi Dhani surprised me with its beautiful boutique-style shops offering lovely bangles, bags, earrings, and handcrafted trinkets. It’s definitely worth browsing while you soak in the cultural ambience. Whether you follow the popular markets or trust your instincts like I did, shopping in Jaipur promises its own kind of magic—colourful, spontaneous, and wonderfully unforgettable. Local delicacies of Jaipur(Dishes you must try): Jaipur is a city bursting with flavours, and there are certain local delicacies you simply cannot afford to miss. As you wander through its bustling markets, tiny lanes, small shops, and inviting restaurants, treat yourself to Jaipur’s iconic bites—mirchi vada, pyaaz kachori, and a tall glass of refreshing lassi. And, of course, no culinary journey in the Pink City is complete without indulging in a traditional Rajasthani thali. This royal spread offers an unforgettable mix of both vegetarian and non-vegetarian specialities: Dal Baati Churma, Gatte ki Sabzi, kadhi, papad, pickles, rotis, along with hearty dishes like laal maas, chicken tikka, and succulent kebabs. The list of Jaipur’s delights is truly endless, each dish carrying the warmth, spice, and richness of Rajasthan’s culinary heritage. Book Your Jaipur Monuments & Chokhi Dhani Tickets Online: To make your Jaipur trip smooth and stress-free, it’s a great idea to book tickets for key attractions in advance, as we did. And believe me, it really helped us save time and energy. Here are some online links you can use: The government’s official booking site for tourist attractions across the state: https://www.obms-tourist.rajasthan.gov.in/ — Book tickets for Jaipur monuments online. Chokhi Dhani, Jaipur Village Booking: You can book tickets or reserve your spot: https://chokhidhani.com/booking/ — Official Chokhi Dhani Jaipur booking page for tickets and reservations. Or use this direct village fair booking link: https://village.chokhidhani.in/ — Chokhi Dhani Village Jaipur online reservation that lets you choose dining options and package preferences I must say Jaipur blends heritage, culture, and flavour like no other. A city that dazzles at every turn and promises an experience worth returning to. Do let me know your experience once you visit this mind-blowing place with your family or on a solo trip. By Nandini Sengupta @metaphors_of_life

The art of letting go: Letting go of what we treasured, of what we once believed would always belong to us. The things we sheltered, nurtured, and protected with all we had, believed would always be ours… and yet, one day, we watch them slip away into hidden places and barely noticeable crevices we never knew existed. They fall into corners of life we cannot see and will never fully understand, and we let them go without ever knowing where they land or what they become. Sometimes life leaves us no choice but to let them go, and at other times we slowly realize that we simply need to. The flowers whisper as they let go of the branches Across a lifetime, we uncage and surrender fragments of who we once were, until one day we look back at a self we can barely recognize. The toys we once loved, the friends with whom we shared them, even the siblings we fought just to claim a little more of what we thought was ours. One day, we watch those old toys being weighed and sold to the scrap dealer, and it suddenly hits us: either we outgrew them, or they outgrew us? The seed of ‘letting go’ has quietly taken root in the stillness of the child’s unstained mind. And before she can fully understand it, the school days slip away… Friends who were once the guardians of her secrets step out into the vast world. The daily canteen conversations about the most handsome boy in school, the latest fashion trends, and the joyful ritual of sharing tiffins slowly turn into occasional calls and scattered messages. And then those friends, that unconditional love, those shimmering moments—do they become part of growing up, or simply another chapter in the long practice of letting go? Maybe they become both… The tree smiles as it lets go and yet holds on. It is often said that holding something too tightly, too close, leaves no room to breathe. What we hold fast to with all our strength begins to shrink, suffocate, and slowly lose its shape. And in that quiet erosion, it is not only what we grasp that suffers, but the one who is holding on, in ways we never imagined. But is that all? Don’t we treasure the moments we lived so fiercely? Don’t we cherish the people we loved, the gifts they gave us, the memories stitched into our skin? Don’t we cling—sometimes desperately—to people, places, emotions, pain, love, longing, hurt, and joy? Aren’t these the very things that shape us… or the ones we once hoped would? So is letting go really just about letting go? Can’t I glance back once or twice or even thrice—to see if my child has crossed the road safely? Can't I keep her tiny socks nestled in a safe corner of my cupboard? Can’t I slip back into those evenings when my mother would wait impatiently, lovingly, for me to return safely from college? Can’t I dream of those days when dreaming was enough? Can’t I meet an old friend at a coffee shop, even if I've lost her number or her address has changed? Can’t the girl next door wait for her lover one last time? Maybe he is waiting for her call, too. And can’t I wish to see my father and speak to him once more, even if only in memory? Where is the balance? How much do we let go, and how much do we hold on? Every day, a part of me is released into the wind, and I become someone I never imagined I would be. I cannot return to the naïve, innocent version of myself I once was—the girl who doubted her own skin, her clothes, her tied-up hair. And yet, I miss her. I miss the version of me who lost pieces of her youth trying to become herself in a world that never really paused long enough to notice. Maybe letting go is not a single act, but a lifelong unfolding, a gentle loosening of what must leave, and a tender holding of what still asks to stay. Maybe this entire journey is not only about letting go but also about holding on gently and intentionally to the pieces that make our lives worth living. Maybe letting go has more to say than I perceive—more to unravel, more to reveal, more to surprise us with. Sometimes, letting go feels light, like a feather drifting out of nowhere and settling gently on your balcony. Maybe it arrives to help us notice things we would have otherwise missed. And yes, maybe one day, I’ll learn to let go of cooking too!!! "And there she walks and tumbles with her toes on the floor, the feet that once learned to stand is now running a marathon..." By Nandini Sengupta @metaphors_of_life

Longing of a paper The longing of a paper for the words to glide, like a magical incantation on its bare facade, must slide. Its long-drawn impatience, in the absence of letters, must give meaning to it's blank life, a chaos to its silent ushers. Like an old lover knocking on the door, like a sailing petal finding its course, like the murmuring of the wandering brook--- the words must sing and twirl and leap and jive, either in frenzy or in pride. But must it form images, figurines, stories, meters, and odes, ballads, tales, and folklore, of the mighty king in exile, or of Pandora's hope. It's not merely a paper made of pulp and wood; it can breathe, heal, and listen with bated attention, and a super-perky mood. By Nandini Sengupta @metaphors_of_life

The painted moon from the terrace That night, when the palace was asleep, and my eyes refused to rest in the absence of your presence, Leaving the maids behind I found my way to the terrace. The sky seemed like a painting to me- concentric blue rings drawn with the magical touch of some fairy, encircled the moon with vows of indelible love and poetry- words that can mesmerize the souls who can bare their hearts, the lyrics, ephemeral yet enchanting reached my earthly essence; At that moment, I could sense your approach close to my own. As your dark, kind eyes wandered through the paths of my frame, unaware of the wound and pain inflicted upon you for long, was lost in admiring my lost self; I could feel your invisible hold on me- I dared not to turn around lest you infer the beat of my ever-soaring anticipation of your return from the battlefield... By Nandini Sengupta @metaphors_of_life

Letters in envelopes I never thought you would change... But I was wrong. Last September's meeting with you will always remain etched in my memory forever, yes, forever. A memory that will search me down wherever I go, no matter how far I escape. It will always be there, right there in my cerebral cortex—a blot that will ever refuse to fade, a scar that will ever remain unhealed. You made sure that it does. And I made sure that it becomes exactly what you wanted it to be, and it remains so ---- a deep black hole in the galaxy of my shadow, in the whispers of my songs. When you blurted out those words, when you made use of every trick to convince me with intermittent gaps and pauses, I felt disoriented, a blankness seeped inside of me, which refused to free itself long after you were gone. That chair, where I sat opposite you, seemed to have engulfed me in its shards of wood and fevicol. I couldn't move; I forgot for a moment how to move from that space, which I thought I owned. And suddenly your words, like open spikes of a shield, made me realize that place was never mine, that chair was replaceable. And your touch, yes, when you touched my fingers to caress them, toying with my bangles while you talked, I felt like running away. Yet, I couldn't. That touch had changed, that mineness was no more there. Suddenly, you felt like a stranger to me, a person I thought I knew, a touch that was always so familiar and warm for me. Those words which you used, reused, and then misused in telling me that you would leave, leave for better dreams, a better place, and that I shouldn't wait and expect, were no more mere words. Those were realities which I refused to believe, refused to gulp down my system, which was so used to being with you, and only you. Now, a year has passed...and one more year will pass and more...but your words, my dear, will remain there forever, yes, in that recess of my memory which will erode but not erase... However, I will never send this letter to you... You don't deserve to read this, Ever. {She kept the letter inside the envelope, adding to the ones waiting there to be read} **An imaginary piece that reveals how realities hit each one of us differently and how writing them out helps to deal with them. Every word, every letter is not meant to be sent... By Nandini Sengupta @metaphors_of_life

A safari Simi went for a safari with her troupe of four friends into a nondescript jungle of Karnataka. The woodland was the shelter to a halo of wild animals who find their cocoon in the dense jungle. A jeep was hired in place of a bus, as that would add icing to their long-awaited adventure. Narrow winding paths, meandering through the interiors, preceded them as the jeep went on. Long golden grasses reaching up to a few feet adorned the edges of those paths. Simi was ready with her camera. Her large, expressive eyes searched curiously for animals behind the tall bushes and eucalyptus trees. "I can't find a single tiger or leopard," she grimaced as she uttered those words. "Look, one deer is grazing behind that bush. Quickly take a photo, or it will disappear," Missi hinted at her. Just had Simi locate the deer and was about to click, it turned back, and only its short tail was visible. "I missed it for a nanosecond," she riled. The tour guide consoled them that there were more animals to be seen as they entered deep into the jungle. A peacock was visible en route, followed by a few monkeys, one balancing from a tree on one hand. "Quite a stint," Simi reflected. As she and her friends thought of getting down from the jeep, the tour instructor apprised her of lions and leopards on the prowl. "I can't even see a single deer properly, and you are talking of lions," she retorted forthwith. On the other side of the jungle was a different story. The animals had a meetup where their leader had passed a decree that they should camouflage themselves when any human species was discernible, even from a remote distance. Only a few herbivores would peep up at random as a reassurance to the visitors who had come that far. This decision was initiated in keeping with their mental quietude and mating season in place. This would lead to fewer visitors and less inconvenience. As the group neared the exit gate, dejected and feeling awful, they found a Nilgai and a barking deer staring at them as if bidding them Adieu! Barking deer "When steps recede and darkness descends the roaring of the king reverberates..." Lion- the king of the jungle **Tremendous encroachment in the green zone has led to the depletion of endangered species. Animals, too, feel disturbed by continuous human interference in their daily life--the noise, clicking of photographs, and so on. They seek freedom too. By Nandini Sengupta @metaphors_of_life

LOVE "Pyaar ka chautha kona" The last angle of the word ' love' The last angle, the last letter in the square of LOVE always goes silent and unnoticed even if uttered with depth of passion, in passing or with a flaw. The sound trails of, taken for granted and discarded by your jaw But nothing is insignificant in this circle of life, in the eyes of God! The Lord has created it-- The letter 'E' too has its might! When the lust of the L is lost with time, and the obsession 'O' for your lover retires in quiet, the Valour 'V' with which you once fought for it maims with weak bones and poor sight. Then, the E stands tall in silence and with wise smile-- E is the Empathy i n the square of LOVE, that unuttered sound, the fourth angle of Love! The world has forgotten its resilience, it's true power in the chaos of ignorance. Love triumphs all as is famously said, But I believe--- the last letter ' E' changes the entire game!!! By Nandini Sengupta @metaphors_of_life