Jaipur's mountains are like sharp knives; very often used by the Rajasthan to carve out the harsh landscape of the land. It was dry, cool and sunny when I was about to give my throat another shot of sweets to soothe its aching screams. At the tip of these mountains lies the great walls of Jaipur, hopefully inspired by the Great Wall of China. Back in those days, the communication tool used between towers is the drum.
Standing stall at that time was the young lady in orange and pink. Amazed by the vastness, I took a picture of her and the Amber Fort walls in the background. The main fort is build on the highest peak, overlooking us. Below us is a small housing village that still preserves the original architecture build in those days.
The sun was starting to brighten up. I could hardly see as both my eyes are highly sensitive to light. I have trouble driving at night when everyone's head lights are like full beams to me. Worst still, the people of India are actually encouraged to use the full beams when they drive at night. India was like a huge disco pub to me at night.