call thunders down the ages through the sands of time and
fades into the desert air, a haunting remembrance to an era
of chivalry and valour forever lost yet indelibly stamped
into the spirit of Rajasthan. To know and love the Marwari
is to re-enter the magical realm of our childhood, a world
of castles and heroes, intrigues and passion, dark deeds and
when women dressed as queens and queens rode like warriors,
a time when men fought to live and lived to fight on the battlefields
and never went gently into that good night.
a golden opportunity to embrace the twilight world of the
desert, the creative frenzy of a thousand and one festivals,
and to partake in the daily rituals that help reawaken our
perceptual innocence and calm our unruly souls.
and love the Marwari is to know and love the Rajputs, for
their destinies are inextricably bound.
a Marwari is to realise new levels of joy that demand in turn,
a receptive stillness for its appreciation. It is to view
the way ahead through a pair of perfectly curved ears, gateway
to the heart of India’s spiritual and ceremonial heritage.