There are some places in India where history isn't just in books; you can feel it in the air you breathe. Mysore is one such city. As you walk its clean, wide streets, with the majestic Chamundi Hills watching over you, you get a sense that you are
Close your eyes for a moment and picture this: a palace, not just made of stone and mortar, but shimmering with a hundred thousand lights against the night sky. Imagine the sound of classical Carnatic music filling the air, and a grand procession that tells stories of a history stretching
There are some places in India that feel like a living storybook, where every corner whispers tales of a glorious past. Mysore is one such city. When you walk its streets, you can almost feel the gentle weight of history, the fragrance of sandalwood, and the echoes of royal grandeur.
When you hear the name 'Mysore,' what comes to your mind? Is it the sweet fragrance of sandalwood, the shimmer of rich silk sarees, or the image of a palace lit up like a jewel against the night sky? For me, and for so many others, Mysore is
There's a certain magic in the air in Mysore, a feeling that history isn't just in books but is alive, breathing in the grand corridors of its palaces and the festive spirit of its streets. At the heart of this magic is the story of the
