~ Pit Stop: A Maharaja’s Parlour ~
On a recent trip through the rural villages of Gujarat, we made a short pit stop at the palace of the Maharaja of Vansda. He was out. But we were kindly invited in to look around. The palace was expansive and imposing but could hardly hide the blemishes of decades gone by. We were taken to the parlour. As my eyes adjusted from the harsh daylight to the warm yellow haze of the room, I noticed other pairs of eyes looking back at me. Perched on ledges, splayed on the walls and framed in glass boxes were the prized possessions of a Maharaja that loves the thrill of the hunt. Surreal to say the least.