Party #2: Moti Dungri
March 13, 2009
My feet hurt from tiptoeing in the grass perched on high heels. My brains move in slow motion. And from my bedroom window when I look at Moti Dungri I can now picture how it looks like, behind its closed gates.
The view on Jaipur, the fresh air, the eerie gardens, the saris and the dimly lit bushes: it was a dream.
Climbing up there in a rickshaw dressed up in full regalia was fun. Walking down the steep ramp after an evening of magic was simply: exhilarating.
I will be back shortly with full reports after I get clearance to narrate the few minor incidents that kept the party swaying.
In the meanwhile, if you’ll excuse me, I have a bridesmaid to dress, a reading to rehearse and a headache to nurse.
Have a great weekend.
Oh, and of course, a Bollywood dance for the road!