jetty ride over Lake Pichola in Udaipur is not new to me. This time, it is at dusk. The sun is inching towards the horizon, the City Palace is glowing, and Jagmandir is preparing to bid adieu to its last bunch of visitors for the day. I, however, am waiting for the sky to turn dark. After all, the glittering lights from the City Palace make for a great spectacle. But instead of a smooth exit, the sun chooses drama, and fills the sky with hues of orange and soft pink. You can never predict the spectacles of
