You see, this fort over here isn’t just an architectural wonder. It comes with myths and stories about the royals who drifted through these halls. Listen to the celebrations that echoed through these courts. Feel the chaos of devastation that broke this place, passing from one ruler to another, only to be resurrected again.
A lane towards the left corner of city fort leads to the best view point one can ask for. You can spot a blanket of stars from up here at night. During the day, you can sit under the old dense trees, a paradise tucked away from the eyes of the crowd.
The chai wala who opens his stall at 4 AM rolls his way across that side lane every morning, but on Mondays he probably sleeps. There is a large field where local potters sculpt across the road, right in front of his stall. The morning sun shines through incomplete pieces, standing silhouettes waiting to be perfected. And against the sunsets on Sundays, the same artists conduct sculpting workshops.
My city is woven by stories. It is so much more than what meets the eyes.
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