We enjoy a lie-in this morning as Pushkar is not far from Jaipur. We take full advantage of the breakfast spread at Clarks Amer, even getting a made-to-order Masala Dosa. Our drive to Ajmer is uneventful, and we are there by 11:30.
That day, so very long ago, when I had heard Sufi music at the Dargah in Fatehpur Sikri, has led to a lifelong passion for the same. This trip to Ajmer to see the Dargah of Moinuddin Chisti, the founder of Sufism in India, is special to me. I am a bit nervous though; I have heard stories of touts and beggars and am wary.
I feel very conspicuous, a visibly Hindu woman in a very Muslim area. I scold myself "For God's sake, this is a secular country". But an undercurrent of nervousness makes it's presence felt in my stomach and I am ashamed of myself. The Dargah is crowded as we cover our heads to enter. No touts or beggars or shopkeepers have accosted us. This place has gotten bad press for nothing. There is music playing, the kind of music I like. We walk around the resting place of the Saint. I admire the Saint but I do not like the crowds and the pushing. I want to leave. I am not sure what I am searching for but whatever it is, I do not find it here.
My man wants a Panchranga pagdi (5 coloured turban). He finds a shop and buys one without much bargaining; he never likes to haggle. Then we walk into a bead jewellery shop to buy Maitu dozens of strings. As I settle down to
a nice game of bargaining, she is visibly fascinated. I learnt this in my mother's lap, I am good at it. I laugh and joke, playing a game of' "I may buy this, but I may not", tantalising the shopkeeper into coming forward with better and better offers. He, on the other hand, plays his part beautifully, analysing my likes and dislikes, and bringing forth wares which will tempt me to just pay a bit too much for the pleasure of owning it. It's a game of wits, and I enjoy playing it. Maitu is amazed "But it was so very pleasant". I am surprised she thinks it ought to be a case of "who wins" and not "let me see, what will make you buy/sell this". I am sliding deeper and deeper into my Indian-ness.
When we reach back our hotel, I am taken over by guilt by the last bit I squeezed out of that so nice shopkeeper. It's only a few dollars, I think. I walk back to the shop and give it to his child, knowing it is too much for a little one and I say "Buy yourself some chocolate beta (son) ". The shopkeeper is surprised.
That night we watch the lights on the lake as we dine in the in-house restaurant. The buffet is not extensive but it is not too bad. We are happy to have had an easy, relaxed day. And the children like Pushkar very much. It is cold in the night and we need to have the heater on in our rooms. We sleep astonishingly well.
Next: Day 6 & 7 in Udaipur
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