From the battlements I savour the view. To my left, Kalisil Lake’s waters shimmer in a soft haze. In front, beyond sloping thickets of shrubbery lies a pretty patchwork of verdant fields with dark hills edging the horizon.
Lowing buffaloes and the occasional tinkle of goats’ bells break the stillness. In this eyrie I’m also spoilt for choice: to linger on the curtained day-bed in one bastion or wallow in the other’s jacuzzi.
