Rajasthan | My Family Travels

I took this trip a few years ago, and it will remain the most memorable for sure. My heritage is Indian, my parents are from India but my siblings and I are born and brought up here. Although we are in the United States, my parents like to remind and teach us about our culture and traditions.

 

Our entire family lives in India and we visit them every two to three years. Every we time we go; we make a special trip to another fascinating location within India. This time, we went to our ancestral place in the desert, the state of Rajasthan.

It is a very traditional state, full of vibrant colors, palaces, dances, music, camels, and the desert. Since Rajasthan is not a modern place at all, it is a place with poverty and no technology. Compared to the other states in India, Rajasthan is truly unique and contains a special culture of its own.

We took a bus trip to Rajasthan, my cousins and my family. There were 30 of us in total. It was one of the best trips I ever experienced.

We traveled to all the different places in India; Jaisalmer (yellow city), Jodhpur (blue city), and Udaipur (floating palace). We were not able to go to Jaipur (pink city). We learned about the city’s reasoning for their name, the palaces, kings, queens, and traditions.

In Blue city, all the houses and rooftops are painted blue on the top, as a symbol of coolness, cold air from the hot, beating sun. Jaisalmer was painted yellow, to symbolize their gold, the wealth and richness of the city. Udaipur had a floating palace, which is a palace constructed in the middle of a lake; one can only reach it by traveling by boat.

It is now a hotel and resort, which we stayed in for three days, and that was lovely. We learned so much about our ancestors, the farming agriculture portion of Rajasthan, which is their main economy, and the history. We met many people, experienced many foods, and dressed like typical Rajasthanis as well.

However, on this trip to India, I felt something and personally came in contact with someone like never before. Instead of just experiencing and giving sympathy for the poor and watching the people, I actually became engrossed in the whole ordeal. This trip, I became a part of it.

Some members of my family and I were looking at a ruined section in Jodhpur and walking through the open sand walls from side to side, angle to angle, like a maze. On the side, there was a poor boy dancing on the side pit to earn a few pennies. The poor boy was trying to get people’s attention by his dancing and his brother playing the music. Tears swelled up in my eyes and I stood there even though my mother was calling me. I didn’t budge. The little boy saw my face and gave me the most innocent, exhausted look ever. Even though we didn’t speak the same language, our eyes spoke for themselves. He was about to give up and sit down to take rest, but I tried to stop him with my hand and shook my head in resistance. I gestured him to get up and start dancing once more, this time, I would be with him. He rose at once and the music began. I saw hope and tears in his eyes as we danced together and grabbed others attention. My mother tried to get me down but I resisted. His energy was gleaming and bouncing like never before, with his heart and soul pouring in the hot summer afternoon. This child’s happiness was the accomplishment I was the most proud of, because I succeeded in giving him the greatest wealth, HAPPINESS. I came back satisfied, with a smile beaming on my face, and I left home the happiest of all. When one gives happiness to another, the one receives the most happiness of all.

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