.... hot, dry, beautiful and quiet. We soaked up the evening stillness from the top of a rocky peak, gazing out over dusty plains where farmers battle concrete-dust soil, and on to an ancient Aravalli mountain range that runs into Pakistan. After the bussling chaos of Indian cities, it was magic to soak up the silence as a hot breeze ran through our hair and the sun set for the day.
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