Dry and dusty ‘loo’ in the desert of Rajasthan brings messages of fatigue and heat strokes.

Against this lethargy inducing wind, the makeshift kitchens yields its heat beating cures; the sharp bite of raw onions and watered down yogurt drinks.

Guarded by the Aravali ranges, the dusty “snow” of the dunes begins to settle with sundown.

Under the shadow of this ancient giant, the desert breathes.

Camels flare their nostrils, tasting the indigo air,

proudly bearing their burdens.

Masters in vibrant, flowey outfits,

tourists draped in “desert-red,” chasing the perfect frame against the shifting brown.

Beneath the peaks, the sand turns to silk, flowing through hair,

under hooves, and into the night.