1680 AD, Mewar.
Mewar, the city of rajputs.
The city resonated an aura of grace. The sisodia's of mewar were known for their tales of valour.
The great lineage containing legends as such as Mahrana pratap, Rana sanga, Raja Udai singh and endless identies whose names were never to be forgotten until this earth remains and the sun and moon still glorify the earth with their light.
The city was not just bound with bravery and valour but also the electic art forms, vibrant culture and rich heritage.
The city in the morning was full of hustle with the arrival of traders from far awar cities and foreigners who used to roam around the city absorbing it's magnificent glow.
People who went to works and the courts hearing the people plea and doing it's best to serve them.
Even though the daytime was full of colors the real essence of life used to glow in the blanket of darkness elluminated by the moon surrounded with twinkling stars.
' Dharti dhora ri,
Aa to surgaam na sarmaave,
Ee par Dev raman ne aave,
Ee ro jas nar naari gave,
Dharti dhora ri'
( The land of sand dunes,
Come, I will not enter the tunnel.
The God raman has arrived,
Cry like men and women sing.
The land of sand dunes)
The song was being sung by an old man in his early 50s, in the glory of the land which has bestowed upon him his life.
Suraj Kan Kan ne chamkaave,
Chando imrat ras barsaave,
Tara nichraaval kar jyaave,
Dharti dhora ri!
(The sun shines every bit,
Moon showers nectar,
The stars will be free from tears,
Oh the land of sand dunes!)
This is one of the nights, where yet again, the prince of the kingdom found himself around the bonfire disguising as a commoner.
He looked at the man carefully, who closed his eyes as he was singing and playing the dafli in his hands.
He found himself drowning more and more into the emotions the man was instilling by his melodious voice which held such a deep connection to the land.
As the song reached it's ending he saw the tears slowly flowing from his closed eyes.
Oh, what a man he was! Such faith and love towards the land.
He certainly wanted to have a talk with the man after everyone left.
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'Savdhaan! Rajao ke raja,samrato ke Samrat, naresho ke naresh, mahabali,kalvijayi,mewar garh ki Shobha, veero ke veer
maharaja raj singh padhaar rahe hai' Announced the guard.
(Attention to the subjects, the king of kings, the lord of lords, a man of great strength, might and power, the one who transcends time, the charm of mewar, the epitome of bravery
The great king Raj singh arrives!)
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