Hearts Full and Bags Packed: Rutuparna’s Rajasthan Family Trip Review
Living in London has its perks—fast-paced life, efficient public transport, and endless events. But no matter how much we enjoy it, there’s a part of India that pulls us back. It’s the colours, the chaos, and the unspoken familiarity that’s deeply rooted in me.
And when I had the chance to take a trip with my mother and brother, India was the only destination I could think of. What better way to reconnect than through the iconic Golden Triangle tour?
Delhi, Agra, and Jaipur—each city promised a unique experience, and Thrillophilia made sure it was everything we dreamed of and more.
Delhi Diaries
Arriving in Delhi felt like jumping into a whirlwind. There’s no other way to describe the city—it’s chaotic yet charming, loud yet strangely inviting. We met our driver for the trip, who instantly felt like an old friend. “Delhi has its own vibe, sir. It will surprise you at every corner,” he told us as we sped through the crowded streets.
Our first stop was Jantar Mantar, a place that, for some reason, always intrigued me as a kid. The massive instruments looked like ancient space probes! It felt surreal to see these scientific wonders built centuries ago to observe celestial bodies.
Later, as we strolled around India Gate, a wave of patriotism washed over us. There was something incredibly moving about standing in the shadow of the gate, engraved with the names of Indian soldiers who sacrificed their lives.
My mother, usually reserved, looked at it and said, “This is why no matter where we go, India is home.”
Love Carved in Marble
Agra was all about one thing for us—seeing the Taj Mahal. The anticipation was palpable as we neared it. And let me tell you, no photograph or video could do justice to its grandeur.
Standing in front of the Taj Mahal felt like stepping into a dream, and my mother, usually unimpressed by such things, looked at it in awe. “No wonder it’s one of the wonders of the world,” she whispered.
The Taj’s beauty made us quiet for a while, just lost in the surreal marble masterpiece. A guide explained the love story behind it, and my brother remarked, “Shah Jahan sure set some high standards for love!” We laughed, and then my mom said, “Maybe love was simpler back then, and people expressed it in their own monumental ways.”
Walking around, I couldn’t help but notice how every angle of the Taj seemed to tell a different story. There was elegance in every detail, from the intricate carvings to the way it reflected the sunlight. It was a symbol of eternal love, and being there with family made it even more meaningful.
The Ghostly Majesty
On our way to Jaipur, we took a detour to Fatehpur Sikri. If you’re a history buff like me, this place is a treasure trove. It’s spooky yet majestic, abandoned yet timeless.
The driver told us tales of how Emperor Akbar built this city only to abandon it due to a lack of water. “Can you imagine building an entire city and then leaving it behind?” my brother asked, looking around at the grand architecture that seemed frozen in time.
The Buland Darwaza, a massive gateway, loomed over us, and I couldn’t resist a photo op there. We walked through deserted courtyards, admiring the craftsmanship, and wondered aloud how the royals must have lived here. “This place feels like it holds secrets,” my mother said, looking around.
Fatehpur Sikri had an air of mystery that made it unforgettable as if the walls themselves wanted to share their forgotten tales.
Palaces, Forts, and A Pink City Glow
Jaipur, with its vibrant colours and royal history, was our final stop. The city, bathed in shades of pink, seemed to wrap us in warmth. The Amber Fort was the highlight for us. Riding up to the fort, with its looming ramparts and sprawling courtyards, felt like stepping into a historical drama.
“I feel like I’m in a Bollywood movie!” my brother exclaimed, looking at the Sheesh Mahal, the famous mirror palace that sparkled with a thousand reflections.
Exploring the fort, we marvelled at the blend of Mughal and Rajput architecture. Our guide told us that this was the heart of Jaipur’s history, where legends were born and battles fought.
We stood on the ramparts, overlooking the city, feeling the weight of centuries of history. It was humbling and exhilarating at the same time.
The city’s bustling bazaars were no less enchanting. We wandered through Johari Bazaar, picking up trinkets and admiring the colourful textiles. My mother, who rarely indulges herself, bought a traditional Rajasthani saree, and I could tell she was as thrilled as a kid in a candy store. “This one’s going back with me to London,” she said, holding her new saree with pride.
Our final evening in Jaipur was spent at the Hawa Mahal, the Palace of Winds. The intricate windows and latticework were mesmerizing, and as the sun dipped below the horizon, the palace seemed to glow with a pinkish hue.
Standing there, watching the city wind down for the night, I felt a deep sense of contentment. This journey was more than just a vacation—it was a reminder of where we come from, of our roots.
A Bag Full of Memories
Leaving India was bittersweet. We had come seeking a connection with our roots, and we left with our hearts full. The Golden Triangle tour with Thrillophilia was more than just a sightseeing trip—it was a journey through history, culture, and family ties.
Our driver, who was more of a guide and friend by the end, waved us off at the airport. “Until next time, ma’am. India will be waiting for you,” he said with a smile.
The memories we took back were priceless, a lifetime of stories wrapped in five days.
And so, we left with a promise to return, knowing that no matter where life takes us, a piece of our hearts will always belong to India.
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