A cavalcade; trucks with blaring music.
A tableau of the Conqueror- King.
Dancing crowds dressed in a uniform, orange T shirts.
I elbow past.
The might of Pratapgadh, a fort perched on a mountain.
The stillness at Jaigadh, a fort guarding a bay, all alert.
Power, perfectly preserved in rough-cut stone
Not this wild, flinging-arm dance.
AND it’s a six.