Jaisalmer is the west end of India where she shares a border with her neighbour Pakistan. In terms of size it is the largest city in Rajasthan, but in terms of population it has a handful. Weather patterns form one of the major reasons. Thar desert bears a scorching summer, where temperature reaches up to 50 degree celsius and winters are cold and windy. Apart from the Muslims, two Hindu clans of the ‘Bhatti’s’ and the ‘Rajputs’ reside here. They call themselves the descendants of Lord Krishna. The city is named after King Jaisal of the 12th century, who chose the highest point of the city to build a magnificent fort (Jaisalmer Fort), on which the city was named afterwards.


The city of Jaisalmer is a small area that seems to have arisen from the sand. Aptly named Golden city, the entire area is built with naturally occurring yellow sandstone. It’s as if the sand dunes have risen high to accommodate its residents. The only colour you can see is the huge branches of pink, white, red, bougainvillaeas in several nooks and corners. But fear not because the even when the houses are monochromatic these have one of the most finest, delicate and minute carvings you would have ever seen.

Passing by the road if often come across new facades being built where an expert hand is busy carving the stone in lingering rythematic moves.

It’s like every house seems to have been an abode of a king. 

Stone carvings in Jaisalmer


This was my first experience of a golden city which resembled some of the pictures I had seen of Egypt and Jordan. Beyond the sea and the mountains, a desert city had a historical charm to it. The buildings seem to have been there since the beginning of the time but didn’t bear any grudge towards the past. The heritage seemed sleeping calmly within. Time had only added the necessary strokes to their elegance. Sometimes it seemed as if you have travelled back in time and might even come across some king or his subjects strolling somewhere in their ancient rags.


Jaisalmer fort stands as an example of the timelessness of the city. One can see a 360 degree view of the city while walking through the fort. Like everything else in this desert, the fort too had a winding path with narrow lanes leading up to the entrance.



The area cohabits several other monuments including some Hindu and Jain temples.


The narrow lanes are full of artisans, painters, book stores and souvenir shops. You could get fridge magnets, camels made with mud and lots of Rajasthani jewellery. I bought a hand-painted shirt of a Rajasthani man (often called ‘tau’) with huge moustaches. Couldn’t help, I am a sucker for souvenirs.  





After visiting the fort, we stopped at the Thar desert museum. The space was too small to be called a museum. However in an area of approx 800 square feet, a huge collection of historical artefacts awaited our attention. It was single handedly owned and cared for by L.N Khatri for whom preserving the past was more important than planning the future.

Among his preserves were an opium machine, wedding bangles, old letters exchanged between kings, huge brass utensils, an ancient refrigerator, grain storehouse and whatnot.

He told us how Jaisalmer was an important trade route that made these people rich. Because of the intense heat, houses were made of mud and cow dung because they have the ability to stay cold during summers and warm during winters. Certain old villages still use the technique. Married women were seen as a good omen, often dressed in several white bangles which they wear for life long. The most celebrated festival here is the Gangaur festival which is celebrated by married and unmarried women. 


Our next stop was Patwa ki haveli. A set of five beautifully carved houses built by five Patwa brothers. The Patwa’s were rich 19th-century merchants who traded in opium, gold and silver and therefore had left a similar mark on their houses. The 2-storeyed havelis had separate spaces demarcated as guest room, kitchen, toilet, storeroom and bedroom.


As you enter the house/haveli, you feel as if it is dressed in the wedding lehnga (dress) of the Indian bride. Carvings, mirrors, frescoes, and paintings have left no corner untouched,right from the walls to the roof. Most of the mirrors inside the haveli were known to have been brought from Belgium. The architect seemed to have compensated for the monochromatic yellow throughout the city. 



While we retired to our hotel, again a yellow beauty, it was time to bid a goodbye to the city. It was hard to go back.So for a final treat, we dined on the rooftop restaurant of our hotel that had a view of the entire city and amongst the darkness, standing tall and unmistakable Jaisalmer fort in the centre.

The vast emptiness of sand still appeared dominant with few lights signalling the existence of man. Here man is still at the mercy of nature. Where she holds power and spreads magic all around, the poor man is unable to tame her might. That is what makes this place the golden age of the past. 

I had never been a desert lover and always opined myself as a beach or a mountain person. But somewhere along, the golden hues of the sand changing colours as sun rays filtered through them; the sandstone buildings having an eternal charm and also the simplicity of its people, had me enamoured.

Here’s a short-cut guide to our trip!

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Travel isn’t what you think it is

“I feel like the world would be a better place if more people experienced a little bit of someone else’s experience.”

philip rosenthal

Whenever you plan on a holiday, you always have a ‘to-do’ or ‘must-go’ type of a list. If you are a tourist, these 2 lists are all you have. And if you are a traveler, you might have at least one of them.

We often go to see the mountains we have heard about, the island which is all over Instagram, the hidden gem of a forest we saw on Youtube, or a place that is simply ‘trending’ or somewhere we long to go due to some reason.

After narrowing down a destination, we often to jot down the places we would be visiting there.

But, what we don’t plan is ‘who’ we will be meeting.

We forget the human element surrounding our journey


After all who populated these beautiful landscapes and made them known to us? Who built the historical sites we are so eager to visit?  And who comprises of the cultural arenas we love to hang around in?

Yes, people!

Those who you meet when you land at the airport, the bus-stand or the railway station. When you hire a cab or an auto-rickshaw, the driver is excited to meet you. If you aren’t a snob and would love a conversation, he would love to tell you about his home city.

If you get lost and seek the help of those around, he would (more often than not) be out there to help you to the best of his abilities. But only when you are open, to the reception.

Some will simply care     

When I was walking on a snow-clad road in Kashmir, which was hardened by the decreasing temperatures and hence slippery, somewhere along the road a man dressed in his pheran (Long dress made of wool), having no connection to me, said ‘

madam side side se chalna dhere dhere

(Madam, walk along the sides, slowly). As I smiled and thanked him, I wondered, why does he care? That was my ‘city mind’ talking. Here, we see each other with the eye of a skeptic. Everybody around is there to either rob or hurt us, that is all!


But traveling rings a different kind of a bell. Ironically, we are more comfortable with the people there, in an alien environment.

SOME WILL be happy to talk

“Because you know what happens when you say ‘hello’ or ‘good morning?’ You make a connection. And isn’t that what being human is all about?”

philip rosenthal

Talking to strangers on road, is like talking to culture in flesh and blood. You just need a hello, or khamma Ghani. That is all we said, when an elderly Rajasthani man came in while we were having tea in what came out to be his tea-stall. He has several tales for us, from the hardships of life in the Thar desert, to the honesty of people in the area. We did lost track of time and got up only when ours was the only voice on the road.


Though natives have the most potent kind of a story. You also love sharing your experiences with fellow travelers.

As we boarded the long-tailed boat in Koh Lanta, Thailand, we saw a couple who greeted us with a smile as we hopped on. That was the only signal we needed, because after that we were transported to Canada and Japan, the two countries the couple belonged to.

some will seek respect

There are some people you meet on the road. While others who are a part of your holiday fever, the ones you meet at the ‘must-go places’.

An average Indian tourist always believes the locals are there to rob them or charge a hefty sum. I don’t say their allegations are baseless, but these are too general.

A cranky man, who seeks to go up a mountain because he read about its beauty in a blog, would simply want to go, would believe the owner of the pony should be ‘present’ at his ‘command’. The poor local man, would fight for his dignity and quote a sum he would be highly profitable in. That is because for him, you are a source of income only!

On the other hand, there’s another man. He calls the pony man, “bhaijaan kitne mein chalenge?” (Brother, how much will you charge?) and then begins to bargain, does so with an apparent ‘human touch’, one that makes the local happy because he likes a man who talks, that too with respect and love.


The native is there to help you with your travel goals, and earn some money. But if you understand the ‘help’ first and the ‘money’ later, you will see how he makes sure you get the fun equivalent to every penny paid. And in doing so, sometimes, they might go a bit too far.

some will make you cry

As it happened to me that I was being hand-driven on a sledge. While I enjoyed the comfort, along with the snow-clad Pir-Panjal Range, I saw a red drop fall on the snow, where the man driving my sledge walked on. As I informed him of his injury, he would merely wipe clean the blood, smile and moved on.


For the rest of the journey, I merely enjoyed walking with him while having a conversation, till we reached our destination.

After that, only his words lingered in my mind, the stained snow and I forgot all about the mountains.

some will make you laugh

In the hot deserts of Rajasthan, when the sun was about to retire, we were heading for the dunes. Our man, dressed in a sand colored dhoti-kurta with teeth that laughed all white, came with a shiny black jeep vibrating with Rajasthani folk music.  

As our car mounted on one sand-dune to the next, he would make a loud noise, encourage us to dance, and forget we were different. We drove in the desert for 3 hours and at that moment, we were ‘all one’.


We had already negotiated the price, it would have been less of trouble if he would drive us down, silently and let us seek our adventure on our own. And somehow he became a part of us even when we headed home.

His laughter and voice, where he sang his own name, “Ali, Ali, Ali” in delight, still catches our ear now and then.

The part played by the locals is not only to help you discover the city but to make sure you have a great time. And if trouble strikes, and you are kind yourself, then kindness shall prevail.

some will help you (without any motive)

You will agree how embarrassing it is to wait for your turn in the queue, get an order ready, and discover you have no means to pay the cashier! Well, that too in a foreign land!

As we finished our meal, we wanted a hot cup of coffee to power up our senses for another stroll in the cold streets of Sweden. So I got in the queue again and ordered 2 hot cups of cappuccino. Even after trying twice, all the 3 of my debit cards wouldn’t get approved. Being a cashless café, they wouldn’t accept any other payment mode. While I opened my mouth, for an apologetic cancellation, the man at the counter announced my order to be prepared. All wet in embarrassment I repeated that I couldn’t pay. The man smiled and said,

“I know mam, don’t worry, it’s on us!”

That didn’t happen to me, so far in my life, in my city, like ever! Is it related to the fact that I had complimented the food, only a while ago because I was genuinely too happy about it? Or would you say the locals-only care for the tourist?

I think, We are far too busy distinguishing people into races, religion, caste, country, ethnicity, locality. It is only through travel that you realize underneath the different skin color, features, built or clothes, is the same human in flesh and blood.

He or she is willing to welcome you in his/her home, shelter you, and let you feel welcomed. Not because you generate revenue for them, but because no matter the money, every human loves to talk about himself and learn about others.

And as human, when trouble strikes, people genuinely care.

some will come at your rescue

Like the time my brother forgot his bag on a tram in Stockholm and the next thing we see is, he sitting in a car and driving away. Later we were told, the man wanted to catch the tram, in order to retrieve my brother’s lost bag. That was a total stranger!

Or another time, when being lost in the all encompassing snowy landscape of Gulmarg, with no connectivity, we were trying to locate our cab driver. It was -6 degrees, our feet were wet and numb, and we were hell tired. Then again, two locals read our trouble, offered to help, and used their cellphones to locate our driver.

It might have been their loss, their loss of time, but humanity always prevails.

Perhaps, we often forget what is to be human in our daily lives. It is only when we see a new set of people, we are willing to be nice again. Though, it is true for only some of us, who are kind enough to ‘respect’ the other, rather than being skeptical.

I remember when my hostess in the houseboat in Srinagar came rushing to me with a heater, asking (in a relatively demanding tone):

Tumhara cap kaha gya? itni sardi hai , baal sara geela, bimar padhna hai kya?

(where have you left your cap? It’s too cold and your hair is all wet, do you want to be ill?)

She reprimand me like a mother, but why? I wasn’t paying her for keeping me healthy, she shouldn’t have cared, after all, I was just a stranger!

That is when I found what travel actually was and realized:

SOME will make you HAPPY , some will make you CRY, some will HELP you, some will CARE or some might just be happy to TALK,

because travel isn’t just about places,

travel is all about people!

Are you someone who feels the same about travel? Are you more interested in ‘meeting’ new people, tell me down below!

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Jodhpur-a travelogue of food served in antiques

What does it mean to travel?

Some say it is a journey in and a journey out.

When you go out and meet foreign, unknown places, you get to be more friendly with your own self. Not always, but an authentic travel experience always inculcates this idea. Especially when you get a taste of a new culture.

Bless our country, we have a new culture in every state.

the desert culture: Rajasthan

Rajasthan. A colorful land amidst soft brown sand. Be it in Jodhpur, Udaipur, Jaisalmer or Jaipur you can taste different delicacies of culture in this rich land.

The very name Raja (king) -sthan(place) symbolizes a place ruled by kings. All around you see some beautiful architectural heritage. Speaking of the victories, defeats, treachery or extravagance of kings of the old days. This is what drives travelers like us to jump in and have a taste of history.

When you enter Jodhpur, you realize its fame is greater than its size.

In every country or state around the world, you have a fine blend of the old and the new. Where people are floundering their way to the future, they always have a pair of eyes looking back with nostalgia. It’s a wonder how we feel the future will hold happiness but always tend to look back to relive the past.

Surprisingly, it is always the old that drives people towards it. The new is all the same. The old is what made a difference to the new.

Jodhpur might have entered 21st century but it still holds on to the charming lanes of history. The place is still governed to a large extent by Raja Gaj Singh. When you enter the old city, you can see lots of old shops. Many of these selling heavily embroidered sherwanis’, named after Jodhpur itself. Dresses in natural colors made with block prints. The city also boasts of a legacy of the sport Polo which was and is still played by the king and his family.

Travelling to this city, made me less of a fan, of the future.


The sun had already set in and hunger compelled us to find an eatery. What was better than starting with the most famous one?? We did what every traveler does- Googled. We found a famous, must-do eatery called Shahi Samosa. We called an Uber and went for it. As our car came to a stop, so did our hearts. What on earth has driven so many people here? It must be something lip-smacking delicious right? So, we stood in the queue (Indian version of it) while trying to help other foreign nationals (who were having a hard time), have their order first. We finally got a samosa and the traditional Mirchi bada wrapped in a piece of newspaper. We ate while trying to judge the taste vis a vis the overwhelming crowd.

A crowd gathered to taste samosa and history. With every bit of judgement, we came to a profound realization.

Sometimes, places pull you towards it. Specially if they have a voluptuous belly filled with memories.

It was not the taste that drove people but the legacy associated with it that dated back to 1984. People wanted to taste the history and not the samosa. Which by the way was an average.

Without realizing what lies ahead, we strolled around after having our samosa and soon entered the old city.

When you enter the old city area of Jodhpur, the majestic, symbolic blue city; you can feel history under your feet. If you ask where jodhpur is, here in these old, blue-colored cemented simple buildings.


Lying close to the clock tower, this area comprises of narrow streets winding up and down to criss cross paths.

Soon our eyes met a fort, kept high above the hills. As if guarding the whole area, which we later knew as Mehrangarh fort; and like following a ghost in the shades of the night, we followed its image.



We could make out the difference between this area and the rest of Jodhpur. The place felt like an old woman with a bony structure and a sagging skin. But she was smiling from her lips dipped in red lipstick and her eyes having the charm of a young women full of love. Though the area had remnant’s of old age, they were brushed up to live with the new. People had rented these architectural marvels and made hotels in them.

This is the core, where the seed lies. Even foreigners don’t shy away from wearing shades of indigo, mustard and other fabrics with block prints. Harems, lungis, palazzos for pants and bright colored scarfs’ wrapped around their neck. Just trying to merge with the surrounding. Rather than seeming to stand out.

When you enter such a place you want to take it all in. What is better than a cup of coffee?

Walking through the lane, Sam’s Art Café struck our attention. It was an art gallery cum café. Like a dungeon filled with relics of the past.

Inside Sam’s art cafe. Image source: Trip advisor

Everything inside smelled history accept the smell of a fresh brewed coffee. It was like going back in time with a cup in your hand. The owner, a native Marwari was a great talker. Everyone here was. He loved history and sought to keep the place untouched. Rather he dressed it with some old memories to fit in with the place. Dust laden bells, rustic swords, metal figurines, brass pieces and whatnot. The place was beside the heritage monument Toorji ka Jhalra. A stepwell, built in the 1740s giving it a perfect setting.

After having a hot cup of cappuccino sprinkled with Hazelnut, we were back on foot.


As we walked down the lane, we saw many boutique shops. The traditional block printing was used to create some latest fashion dresses in small shops, with artifacts around.

You can roam the lanes and not feel tired. No, it’s not too big a place. But a small quagmire that always brings you back at the same place. After getting lost for a while, we looked for a place to dine. It was called Jhankar choti Haveli. A dim-lit place, where sand met your feet and domes met your head and you sit in the middle. A house with 2 courtyards where somebody in the past must have lived. They would have sat on the floor and made chapati’s in an earthen oven. And here we were sitting amongst its memories, and trying to figure out how it must have been. We ordered the usual, dal and roti, though it never tasted better before. On every table were people from all over the world. You could hear different languages, gestures and choice of meals. Everybody taking this history in together.

Inside Jhankar choti Haveli. Source: Foursquare

As a traveler, you are bound to make mistakes. You are new to a place and sometimes even online sites deceive you. Our hotel fell far from this place, almost outside the city. We felt cheated when we saw foreigners living and sleeping under the old canopies. Watching the sunset and rise from old metal barred windows. We had no choice because we had pre-booked. But we only went to sleep there. Every other day, this place called us back, for yet more memories to take back with us.


We visited many historical places, after all, we were in blue city. From the steep Mehrangarh fort, to the peaceful Jaswant Thada, to the majestic Umaid Bhawan. Each had a story, written by some who had been successful in making a place in history. We heard it all, felt the old buildings come to life but soon forgot the overwhelming flow of history. What was left to us is how we felt there.

When history overwhelmed us, we wanted to go to the new part of Jodhpur. We hired an autorickshaw and chose to knock at yet another restaurant known for its delicious food. It was called Gypsy restaurant.

Kadi Sogra thali, Gypsy restaurant

This one promised authentic Rajasthani taste but in a new setting. We had to wait 20 minutes like all others before entering the place. While people ate Punjabi, Sindhi, Jain cuisines, we went for Marwari. A platter called Kadi sogra. It comprised of Bajra roti, kadi, lehsun chutney, bajra ka halwa and gatte ki sabzi. To heighten our experience, we ordered another signature of the place, Makhania Lassi. This was a sweet lassi dressed in Kesar with white butter placed on top. After you have it all, you just need nothing but sleep. We ate Jodhpur and it was heavy for our Delhi-belly.

We had our stomach full and a satisfaction on our hearts. But our guts made us realize something.

We ate an authentic meal in a non-authentic restaurant. But all this while we were eating non-authentic meals in authentic restaurants AND WE REALIZED THAT It makes a huge difference.

Which one do you prefer is a personal choice! You either eat tradition or feel it. You taste it or see it. There was a dilemma in it, but the pull of tradition was harder for us.


It was a special day and we wanted to drink. Like any other wish, the old city, wanted to grant us this one too. We saw a rooftop bar; it was called Man Cave. Yes, we did think it must be a place where men might come together over drinks. But since we have entered 21st century, so surely females were allowed everywhere. As we reached the 2nd floor of the café, we saw a breathtaking view. We could sit here have a sip of Cosmopolitan while we gazed upon the Mehrangarh fort. Two native Marwari young men were singing English songs. The whole setting was jumbled up. An outsider wouldn’t make out whether he was in the 17th century or 21st.

Our experience made us realize, no matter how ‘new’ we become, we always crave for the old. We want new ideas, development, future but somewhere inside we have a deeply engraved love for history. We want coffee but while sitting among the dusty relics of the past. We prefer pasta but what if it came in a plate made of brass? We want music, but what if the musician sings amongst a view of a high hilled fort? We might have our foot in the future, but our hearts still beat for a taste of history.

Are you a history buff like me ?I would love to know more in the comments below.

Would love to have you back!

Would love to have you back!