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You notice the blue before anything else. Not a patch of it, not an accent — the whole hillside below Mehrangarh Fort wears it, house after house painted in shades that range from the colour of an overcast sky to something approaching cobalt. A local man sitting on the steps of a temple will tell you it was painted to mark Brahmin houses. A guide at the fort will tell you it repels mosquitoes. Both stories circulate freely, and neither is wrong. The more prosaic explanation — supported by materials research — is that the lime plaster traditionally used here was mixed with copper sulphate, which deters termites and keeps interior walls several degrees cooler than unpainted stone. In a city where summer temperatures reach 42°C, that is not a trivial advantage. None of that really matters when you are standing at dawn above Jodhpur and the light hits the city at a low angle and the blue seems to rise off the stone like fog off a river. You are here. This is Rajasthan's other colou...

  The man selling chai outside New Delhi Railway Station pours without looking. He has done this ten thousand times — the thin arc of milky liquid landing in a clay cup while his eyes scan the crowd for the next customer. It is 6 a.m. A porter in red shirt and turban heaves a steel trunk onto his head. A family of four from Nagpur spread themselves across a concrete bench, their daughter already asleep across her mother's lap. Somewhere in the station behind you, a loudspeaker announces the Jaipur Shatabdi. Your platform is three minutes' walk and the train leaves in twelve. This is how the route begins: not at a monument, not at a palace gate, but here — in the particular chaos of an Indian railway morning, where everything is simultaneously urgent and unhurried. Get on that train. The Pink City is waiting.