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The heat was on it's best on this very day. The tour guide was blabbering without a break. The huge pillared monument echoed with his chirpy amd shrill voice. I loved history. I was always fascinated with historical structure and monuments. My sole interest was to find something extraordinary out of history. To suck something out of history to just recreate it. Rajasthan is a place full of history and culture. The place anyone would love to visit. The only purpose of coming to this place is to gaze lazily at the huge structures of art and old culture which has made India a multi-cultural country. The old palaces, the sandy structures, the vacant blocks, all these comprise of something worth fascinating. I have always have the urge to find out how things were at those times. How people conversed, how they lived and many other monotonous happenings of their lives. There is a need in me to find out how the famous queens lived- each and every detail of their lives. Walking with the tour group, I slowed down a bit and my eyes wandered around the carvings on the wall. Most of the images were blurred and had almost disappeared, but there was a certain painting, that managed to grab my attention. A painting of a female. A painting of a princess or a queen I suppose. My hands itched to touch it. The group had now scattered around the monument. I leaped forward and my hands made contact with the rough wall. The painting was much clearer than the other ones and the lady was smiling. It was really surprising, as the era in which the painting must have been made, was the time when even the face of a female from a royal family was not allowed to be shown. The paintings were made and secured within the palace and this woman, whoever she must have been was beautiful to be really truthful. The artist had captured her perfectly. While touching the painting, my eyes moved upwards and there were many other carvings of this woman on the wall. It seemed she had managed to capture the whole monument under her spell, or maybe the artist was just a fan of her. My body was transfixed and I was completely frozen at the spot. The woman on the wall seemed a mystery to me. A mystery I wanted to know more about. Still gazing at the wall, I felt a presence beside me. My head turned to my left side and there was an old foreigner standing beside me. He looked at the wall and then at me and smiled lightly. "Fascinated?". He asked. I nodded my head rather quickly, well I was just excited to find someone who was fascinated by my fascinations. He smiled again and pulled something out of his satchel. It was a book, a bit worn out. He handed it over to me. "Here. This might be of your interest." I smiled quizzically, but my greedy self took the book without any hesitation. "Thank you so much". I beamed at him. "Keep it." He concluded warmly and walked away, leaving me still at the same spot. The book was some sorth of journal. I flipped the pages swiftly and to my happy surprise it had numerous photos and paper cuts stuck on the pages and my hand stopped when I saw the last page of the journal. A small painting was stuck on the last page, of none other than the woman whose painting was on the wall. The same image. Painted in the same way. There was no name, but something was writted beneath the painting. "THE MOST BEAUTIFUL PRINCESS IN THE RAJPUTS, 17TH CENTURY". Well. I needed her name. My friend gestured me to come along. Glancing for the last time at the wall, I moved away from the spot. I had walked into something unknown and this leap of unknown and unattainable will always remain with me. Like the painting of this mysterious princess. @nonilaores.