The Mysterious Meeting.

Udaipur has been a city that I love the most. The reasons are many and one of them is that it ignited the power of imagination in me. as a child when I used to look in the eyes of my father when he told us about his adventures and misadventures, I was hardly able to find the way back. He is a great storyteller and with his skills he helped me create my castle of dreams and fantasies brick by brick. I vividly remember, sitting on his lap, under the moonlit sky, listening stories of Rajas and Maharajas. The stories of many historic battles. With all his stories and narratives he nurtured the sensitivities of my heart and head.

                        One day he took to me to Pervez kaka’s home. My dearest uncle who loves children profoundly. His long nose and big round spectacles over the most kind and warm eyes are the most cuddling features in him. also, he is very aristrocratic and very british in his manners. When I used to go to his house I always got the feeling of britishness in the air and I loved it. With all the sophistication, he has a grand golden heart, that makes him the star of not only my life but of every kid’s life. Oh, I am diverting from main point which is the mysterious meeting  and it happened with pervez kaka’s mum. I was very small at the time of our "mysterious" meeting. But his mum was very old and wrinkled. She took me and my brother in her room which was dimly lit and had a sandalwood fragrance hung around the room. With her ancient hands she took out from the creaking old wooden cupboard huge books. Oh, I still remember that mishchivious sparkle in her eyes. She looked like a old queen from an old portrait that was about to pass on her most treasureous antiques. She came towards us, smiling and opening a whole new world of fairytales. They were beautiful and lively. With each page came the image springing before our eyes. We both were speechless. I knew at once that she will never let go of these books, who could? But to our surprise she said “take them with you. Read them and remember me.” we both stared at her unbelievably. When I held them in my hands I knew that one more reason to be an ardent lover of udaipur is added.