CASTLE BIJAIPUR: A HERITAGE RESORT

CASTLE BIJAIPUR

A HERITAGE RESORT

We all know of stories from Chittorgarh in Rajasthan, it is famous for its fort, its ruler Prithviraj Chauhan and his valour. What we do not know is about its lesser known “havelis”. Modern day restorations and service industry has transformed them into heritage resorts. Castle Bijaipur is one such place in the backdrop of mountains.

Ever been to a heritage resort? No, then one must go at least once to these beautiful places travelling backwards in time. Doing so reminded me of a “star trek” time travel going into unexplored destinations.

The road to castle is surrounded by trees and wild plants on both the sides in all imaginable shades of green. Its entrance is marked by a huge door with beautifully sculptured arches and ornately decorated with flowers and leaves. The monsoon season in which we visited the place had just lit up all the shades of nature We were staying on the topmost floor and the view from here was splendid. The “jharokhas” a modern day equivalent to bay windows were simply outstanding for photography. The long corridor with a solitary swing and marble sitting table added new dimension to our morning tea in rain.

The grass in the garden was checkered with grass tiles. Overlooking this garden was a large sitting area for chitchat and playing a game of chess or card. We did neither of these but envied the affluent bygone generations who had ample place to stretch their legs in their sprawling acres and extend the same opportunity to us. A reflection of their lifestyle was visible in their well kept stables, spacious rooms, intricately carved furniture.

It was a perfect place to enjoy the awesomeness of the friends we were with. A place untouched by modernity of the beaming satellite channels so that we could enjoy the luxury of company, swimming pool and swings yet modern enough to make our stay comfortable.

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