Spreading from the ramparts of the Castle, Bijaipur village reclines at the foot of Vindhyanchal Hills, surrounded by forests of Jacaranda. As old as the castle, the village remains a testament to rural Indian life. The surrounding countryside unfolds in agricultural lands harvesting peanuts, mustard, corn and poppy. A buffalo cart trundles towards home, raising the evening dust. Stacks of hay and firewood perched on a rainbow of sari’s drift in and out of the haze, feet vanishing in the blur, as if the earth and the heavens were hugging each other very, very close. Standing atop the castle ramparts in the evening one can greet the smiling moon as the sun bids farewell over the blue rooftops.