A Tale of Love At Amber
After continuously refreshing the phone since morning, it rang at about 1. In a whisker of the conversation, we decided on the fort of Jaipur- Amer and started our joyride at 1:30 in the scorching sun of January.
I, being a locale was very clearly unsure about the way! But he, being a roadie, knew it all and within the next 20 minutes, we entered the rocky terrain of Aravali hills. Ever shy biker didn't waste a minute to pull my hands in his. I like these quick marry-making moments when my eyes are tripping the magnanimous mountainous beauty while my man is caressing my fingers!
And then arrived the dapper Amer Fort, standing high on the hilltop showcasing the architectural marvel of Rajasthan, a place of forts and palaces. After parking his old college days love, Pulsar 125, we took some munchies and headed towards the main entrance of the fort.
A flock of pigeons welcomed us, flattering their grey wings. On our way up to the main entrance of the fort, vibrant colorful Rajasthani handicrafts were wooing the foreigners. Some were getting caught hold of the local sellers who were trying to converse in English in their interestingly flawed accents.
A 10-minute of walk on the broad stairs took us to the elephant gate, called Ganesh Pol or the Ganesh Gate. Its ambiance always transports me to the Rajwada (royal) reign. How would 'His Highness' look through his widely spread kingdom with his aristocrats from such elevation? How fortunate were those royal ladies who could absorb the beauty of serene Kesar Kyari (Garden)? I get mesmerized just to wonder about the evenings when the sweet breeze would take off from the Maota lake loaded with scents of flowers from the kesar kyari garden that would kiss the imperial beauties all over.
He gave me a peck on the lips and instantly brought me back to the running world. We saw an emptied bench and quickly hopped on to comfortably gobble our aloo patty freshly baked (surprisingly) by an onsite restaurant. When he is by my side, I get butterflies in my stomach! So I couldn’t finish mine and stuffed that bitten piece of my share in his mouth. He happily takes everything in, half-eaten chocolates, leftover pizza triangles, and his favorite- my tongue!
We stepped up on the corridor in the backyard that outlooked illustrious towering of Jaigarh Fort, another Rajputana attraction. The late afternoon winds had us remove our jackets. Within a fraction of a second, I found my waist engulfed in his muscular arms. That's one of my favorite spaces to be in.
The two pairs of eyes were then having the sight of “Cheel ka Teela” (hill of Eagles) of the Aravalli range where the Jaigargh was shining bright in the early evening sun. We were getting even cozier in the hot winds caressing our hugged bodies all over. He likes the loose curls of my hair rubbing my face.
With the sudden burst of people, we untied our arms. He sipped water while I captured the flight of pigeons canvasing the red evening sky on the hilltop.
He bantered, “Is it all what you were calling so magnificent? I thought it was the entrance and am still waiting for the fort. Uru, I’ll take you to our Gwalior fort.” After a tiny argument over the magnanimity of the forts, we stepped towards our next love-making spot, Jaigarh which is about 5-7 mins by automobile but about 45 mins on foot. It took us more than an hour to reach the Jaigarh gate, walking hand in hand. It is not-so-easy to make whoopee with hands engaged with jackets, bottles, and the inevitable helmets!
Entering the gate gave us a maze, of where to start! We went straight, keeping my mobile safe (from which I was shooting) from the monkeys hovering from the old trees planted ages ago.
Primarily known as a center of artillery production, it is home to Jaivana (the largest cannon on wheels of the early modern world) and huge water tanks of that era. The lush green and well-maintained Charbagh garden at such a height in a desert place silently traveled us to the royal epoch. Meticulously carved enormous arch gates were overlooking nude mountains for spectacular views. My heart started knitting the thought of how blessed those maharanis (noblewomen) were who relished the arresting sunsets roaming on those royal corridors.
The Labyrinth network of complex passages gave us a lot of room to mingle! Of course, they weren’t built for this very reason ;) Some ground-level narrow passages connected the fort to its neighbor forts, Amer or Nahargarh. The museum and foundry were not to our taste so we skipped that part of the fort.
Apart from the Aram bagh also called Charbagh, the two dome towers are my personal favorite spots on the trip. They not only offer ostentatious back views of Amber Fort but also offer beyond-the-city views of Jaipur. If you have a love for nude mountains, this is the place to be. The endless arched walls of Jaigarh with small windows used as binoculars in wartime will keep you exploring the stately architecture.
On our way back we passed through a gate that stank strongly. He suddenly grabbed and twisted my hand and held my lips with his, tightly. To my surprise, I didn’t feel that foul smell anymore then. After having our time we freed each other and it resumed stinking again!
Oops moments: There were spots when I happened to spot CCTV after having a long satisfying smooch, to which he carefreely said, “Let it be..”
We missed the tunnel way to reach Jaigarh directly from Amer fort. I wanna go again to complete this part of our cuddle in the long secret passage ventilated from above letting beams of light enter the endless dark way.
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