Breaking Fairy Tales !

Love in the pink city - 1

After the results, everyone called their parents and friends to inform them about our win.

The dinner that night was special for all of us. We had no worries and tensions of any kind.

It kind of made me sad, that we won't be having the amazing dance practices anymore, but the feel of winning the second position all across the country, surpassed it.

We were going to go on a tour of Jaipur for the next 3 days. I was anxiously waiting for the next morning.

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*Morning*

I stirred in my sleep, as I felt someone pull my blanket away from me. Sudden chills ran throughout my body and my legs felt cold.

I groaned and looked up, to see the whole group trying to stiffle laughs with their hand.

I then looked down and saw that I was wearing very short shorts and a loose top. I instantly became conscious of my body and pulled my blanket from Rushi's hands.

"It is almost 8 Ri ! We have to leave after an hour," Aarav said.

"Ohhhh Mmyyyy Goddddd," I said and instantly sprang out of my bed.

It took me exactly 15 minutes to get ready, as I didn't take a shower. I wore my favourite top, which had small straps and a flowery design, it was bunched up near my waist with a bow, and flowed down to just cover half my thigh. I wore my leggings underneath it and decided to leave my hair open in its natural curls.

"Curls suit you," Aarav whispered lightly and brushed past me, to go to have breakfast.

I fluffed my hair in delight and walked with a proud look on my face.

After our breakfast, everyone piled up in the bus and started chanting, "Go go go! Take us around the city! Go go go."

We were no less than a bunch of 8 year olds, stuck in a body of 15 year olds.

The driver and the guide soon came into the bus and we started screaming with joy.

"Hahaha! Calm down kiddos," the driver said with amusement glinting in his eyes.

"So today, we will be visiting three spots. Birla mandir, Albert hall museum and the famous Jantar Mantar," the guide said while opening a huge city map of Jaipur. He passed the map to us and the driver started the bus.

"Off we goooooo," Sagar said with delight.

"To Birla Mandir," added Aditi.

Birla Mandir wasn't that much of an attraction to me, as I am an Atheist, but the beauty of Indian temples is worth watching.

After a drive of 15 minutes, we reached our first destination.

The grand temple made from the finest of white marble, stood with pride on top of the hill.

When we started making our way towards the temple, I saw that there were three huge domes.

"The three huge domes, represent three different approaches to our religion," the guide said reading my thoughts and gave me a smile.

The beautiful white marble walls had mesmerised every onlooker.

As we further went inside, I saw that the stained glass windows depicted the scenes from Hindu scriptures.

"The entire temple is made from one large piece of marble. Marvellous isn't it ?" Rushi said while reading from one of the tourist books.

The Birla temple was a sight to sore eyes, with modern architecture and lush green lawns surrounding it.