It looks like it was yesterday,that we were in Pushkar.
Rememberance of the cold evenings out there ,the rythmic beating of the drums as the sun sets ..
The soothing folklore from the ektaras.
The golden glow on the white washed ghats.
People seated on the steps,waiting patiently for the Sun God to set.
Numerous frames and views captured
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