Do you have a favorite place you have visited? Where is it?
There are some trips we remember because of the photographsβand then there are places that stay with us long after our camera batteries die. For me, that place is Udaipur, the city that feels like it was painted by a poet who fell in love with light.
I still remember the first time I arrived there. The air carried a quiet kind of magic, the kind that doesnβt shout but gently taps your shoulder and says, βSlow downβ¦ youβre home for a while.β
The lakes shimmered like glass, reflecting palaces that stood tall and unbothered by time. Even the narrow lanes seemed to whisper storiesβof kings, travelers, artisans, and dreamers who once walked the same cobblestones.
One evening, I found myself sitting at the edge of Lake Pichola. The sun was melting into the water, turning everything gold. Boats drifted lazily, the city lights flickered awake, and the cool breeze carried the faint sound of temple bells. In that moment, nothing felt urgent. Not the world. Not life. Not even my own thoughts. It was just me, the lake, and a feeling of peace I hadnβt met in years.
Travel often teaches us something, but Udaipur reminded me of something I had forgotten:
Beauty doesnβt always have to be grand. Sometimes, itβs simply stillness dressed in sunset colors.
Maybe thatβs why Udaipur remains my favorite placeβbecause I didnβt just visit itβ¦
I felt it.
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