Udaipur: City That Waits

 Dear Lake Pichola,

You didn’t rush me.
You never do.

That morning, I sat by your banks —
feet dangling, heart dangling too.
And you waited.
Until my tea cooled.
Until my thoughts warmed.

Udaipur doesn’t chase moments.
It lets them sit beside you.
On ghats, in gullies, in windows that don’t shut.

I met a man who paints miniatures.
He told me: "You can't hurry beauty."
And suddenly, I understood you.

The palace on water didn’t try to impress.
It simply existed — like breath,
like old love that no longer needs words.

You gave me a day that felt like a decade —
but in the best way.

Until we meet again,
Vikram.