Palatial living

A cool evening breeze drifts through the village of Delwara and carries with it the sound of bells, of chanting, of children laughing and playing cricket in the last light. Up above the village, in the grounds of the fort, a flautist is playing. Beyond the Aravali hills the sun is setting and as its pink glow fades the night sky darkens to reveal the constellations. At Devi Garh every night ends this way; a conspiracy of perfection.