the city spread out beneath the fort like ball gown of a matron, the old part of the city was mostly blue with the houses painted with lime mixed with a blue dye to keep out the searing heat of the indian summer. the fort stood over the city like a ages old sentinel protecting its territory over looking all that passed beneath without expression. right next to the fort stands the masouleom of a dead king from ages past. built in marbel, right outside the gates from the kings grave stands a platform made of red sandstone which provides an excelent view of the city of jodhpur. the city, almost five hundred years old with a population that hardly counts in the larger scheme of things the city of jodhpur stands at the edge of the great thar desert, is my home ive spent all my life here with the exeption of a few months here and there spent chasing, dreams mirages vacations etc etc. i love coming to this platform and sit when ever i wnat to be alone or just sit and think. the peace i fingd here is something unparalled. from here i will tell u a short story, a story that has no heroes only ordinary people, people who make mistakes, find god in simple mercies, people who are falliable yet perfect. people who live each day thinking that they can conquer the world. every day live with the help of thier hopes, aspirations and simple gestures of other human beings. people that they call by the name of friends, family relatives or simply strangers.
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