Apparently, if you dive deep into someone's heart, surely you are going to savour the very best. And if the 'someone' is India, then get ready for a silver spoon. Welcome to the territory of jungle king, where solitude is the only feeling one can experience beside fear. In a paradox spanning the millennia, central India is a home to some of the oldest indigenous inhabitants who trace back their pedigree to a few thousand centuries. Nestling in the womb of Mother India, her beauty is augmented with lush green hills of the Vindhya Ranges. And what a land is she! The virgin forests afford a dazzling array of flora and fauna, the verdant valleys pulsating with colourful butterflies and big cats tracing their way through the shimmers of India's largest, grandest waterfall. Among its unlettered peoples are some of the country's most skilled artists and craftsmen. As if these weren't enough, there are pre-historic caves with rock art as old as time. Astonishingly juxtaposed with these natural delights are superb roads that take complete care that you reach to the heart from any part of the globe, good and comfortable pockets to suit every pocket, and easy access to information through the Internet.
Spend a few days amidst spectacular mountain ranges, meandering rivers and miles and miles of dense forests that create the weirdest dreams in your own mind! Catch the exotic charm of erotic sculpters in the temples of Khajuraho. Built in the 10th and 11th century, the temple walls are embellished with exquisite stone carvings which portray every moods of life, from the erotic to the divine, from apparent to sublime. And if you want to satisfy your spiritual quest, head straight for Sanchi, that pulsates with ancient rock edicts that still reverberates with Ashoka's spiritual heights. And if you are looking for simpler joys of life - smiling faces, alluring rainbows, crimson sunsets and cascading waterfalls in the middle of tropical rainforests - Chattisgarh has a few surprises in store for you!Black clouds amass, swirling westward across the immense expanse of the open sky. They seem to glide over the fields of freshly planted paddy standing upright in still waters, their pale shoots almost luminiscent with the refracted light. Women dressed in frilly nylon frocs over multi-coloured petticoats, string necklaces in a row at eye level, bustling haats reverberating with cock fights, mahua wine and wild honey...Are you game for the sweetness?
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