Rajasthan Heritage Dossier 2013

Reuben Myron Strong

Description

Incredible Indian Tours Rajasthan Heritage trip-validity: 1/1/13—31/12/13 This is a wonderfully classic trip, taking in the splendour of the Mughal cities of Delhi and Agra and the majesty of Rajasthan, where we experience the spectacular history and heritage of this ‘Land of Kings'. From jeep rides through the jungle searching for the elusive Bengal Tiger to boat rides on the romantic Lake Pichola in Udaipur, you will be introduced to some wonderful secrets; Indian cooking, miniature Mughal art, gemstones, tie-dye, folk dancing and turban tying to name a few.

• private vehicles
• city palace
• lake palace hotel
• ranakpur jain temples
• temples
• trip
• india
• 2 india
• accommodation
• heritage

Sujets

• Palace
• Mosquée
• Udaipur
• Jaipur
• Fatehpur Sikri
• Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi
• Mumbai
• MasterCard
• In?ija
• Temple

Informations

• Publié par: sewyor
• Nombre de lectures: 19
• Langue: English

Extrait

On those hot days Eve snuffedit,twirleditinh Katie'sneckwithit,ande

CARNATION (1918)

By Katherine Mansfield

curious Eve— alwayscarriedaflower.hesnuffeditand rfingers,laiditagainsthercheek,heldittoherlips,tickled ded,finally,bypullingittopiecesandeatigit,petalbypetal.

“Rosesaredelicious,mydearKatie,”shewouldsay,standinginthedimcloakroom, withastrangedecorationoffloweryhatsonthe hat pegs behind her“but carnations are simplydivine!Theytastlike—like—ahwell!”Andawayherlittethinlaughflew, flutteringamongthosehu e,strangeflowerheadsonthewallbehinder.(Buthowcruel herlittlethinlaughwas!thadalon sharpbeakandclawsandtwobeadeyes,thought fanciful Katie.)

To-dayitwasacarnatio .ShebroughtacarnationtotheFrenchclass,adeep,deepred one,thatlookedasthougithadbeendippedinwineandleftinthedrktodry.Sheheld it on the deskbeforeher,alfshuthereyesandsmiled.

“Isn'titadarling?”saids e.But—

“Unpeudesilence,s'ilvousplaît,” came from M. Hugo.

Oh,bother!Itwastoohot!Frightfullyhot!Grillingsimply!

ThetwosquarewindowoftheFrenchRoomwereopenatthebttomandthedark lindsdrawnhalfwaydo n.Althoughnoaircamein,theblindcordwungoutandback andtheblindlifted.Butr allytherewasnotabreathfromthedazzleotside.

Eventhegirls,inthed skyroom,intheirpaleblouses,withstiffbutterfl -bow hair ribbonsperchedontheirhair,seemedtogiveoffawarm,weakliht,andM.Hugo's whitewaistcoatgleamedlikethebellyofashark.

Someofthegirlswereeryredinthefaceandsomewerewhite.VeraHollandhad pinned upherblackcurlsà la japonaisewithapenholderandapinkpencil;shelooked charming.FrancieOwenpushedhersleevesnearlyuptotheshoulers,andthenshe inkedthelittleblueveinnherelbow,shutherarmtogether,andthelookedtoseethe markitmade;shehadaassionforinkingherself;shealwayshadafacedrawnonher thumbnail,withblack,fo kedhair.SylviaManntookoffhercollarantie,tookthemoff simply,andlaidthemonthedeskbesideher,ascalmasifsheweregoingtowash her hairinherbedroomath me.Shehad anerve!JennieEdwardstoraleafoutofher notebookandwroteold Hugo-Wugo to shout us a“Sh ll we askthippennyvanillaon thewayhome!!!”andpas editacrosstoConnieBaker,whoturnedabsolutelypu ple and

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nearlyburstoutcrying.llofthemlolledandgaped,staringatthe seemedtohavegrownpaler,too;thehandsscarcelycrawled.

oundclock,which

“Unpeudesilence,s'ilvousplaî,” came from M. Hugo. Hehelupapuffyhand. “Ladies, as it isso'otwwilltakenomorenotesto-day,butIwillreadyou,”andhe pausedandsmiledabroa ,gentlesmile,“alittleFrenchpoetry.”

“Go—odGod!”moaned

rancieOwen.

M.Hugo'ssmiledeepen d.“Well,MeesOwen,youneednotatted.Youcanpaint yourself.Youcan'avemredinkaswellasyourblackone.”

Howwelltheyknewthelittlebluebookwithrededgesthathetuggeoutofhiscoattail pocket!Ithadagreensilmarkerembroideredinforge -me-nots.Theoftengiggledatit when he handed thebooround.PooroldHugo-Wugo!Headoredeadingpoetry.He wouldbegin,softlyandc lmly,andthengraduallyhisvoicewouldsellandvibrateand gatheritselftogether,theitwouldbepleadingandimploringandetreating,andthen rising, risingtriumphant,ntilitburstintolight,asitwere,andthengradually again, it ebbed,itgrewsoftandw rmandcalmanddieddownintonothingnes.

Thegreatdifficultywas,fcourse,ifyoufeltatallfeeble,nottogett the giggles.Notbecauseiwasfunny,really,butbecauseitmadeyou queer,silly,andsomehoashamedforoldHugo-Wugo. But—ohde toinflictitontheminthisheat…!

“Courage,mypet,”said

ve,kissingthelanguidcarnation.

emostawfulfitof eeluncomfortable, —if he was going

Hebegan,andmostoft egirlsfellforward,overthedesks,theirhadsontheirarms, deadatthefirstshot.OnlEveandKatiesatuprightandstill.Katiedinotknowenough Frenchtounderstand,butEvesatlistening,hereyebrowsraise ,hereeshalfveiled,and asmilethatwasliketheshadowofhercruellittlelaugh,likethewigshadowsofthat cruellittlelaughflutterinoverherlips.Shemadeawarm,whitecupofherfingers—the carnationinside.Oh,thecent!Itfloatedac osstoKatie.Itwastoouch.Katieturned awaytothedazzlinglightoutsidethewindow.

Downbelow,sheknew,therewasacobbledcourtyardwithstablebuildingsroundit. ThatwaswhytheFrenchRoomalwayssmelledfaintlyofammonia.Iwasn'tunpleasant; itwasevenpartoftherenchlanguageforKati —somethingsharandvividan — and—biting!

Nowshecouldhearaanclatteroverthecobblesandthejing-jngofthepailshe carried. And nowHoo-ho -her!Hoo-hor-her!asheworkedthepump,andagreat gush of waterfollowed.Nowhewasflingingthewateroversomething,ovrthewheelsofa carriage,perhaps.Ands esawthewheel,proppedup,clearofthground,spinning round,flashingscarletandblack,withgreatdropsglancingoffit.Adallhe while he workedthemankeptuphighboldwhistling,thatskimmedoverthnoiseofthewater asabirdskimsoverthesea.Hewentawa —hecamebackagainladingacluttering horse.

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Hoo-hor-her! Hoo-hor-h!camefromthepump.Nowhedashedhewater over the horse'slegsandthenswo peddownandbeganbrushing.

Shesawhim simply—inafadedshirt,hissleevesrolledup,hischesbare,allsplashed with water—andashew istled,loudandfree,andashemoved,swopingandbending, Hugo-Wugo's voicebeg ntowarm,todeepen,togathertogether,oswing,torise— somehoworothertokeetimewiththemanoutside(Oh,thescentfEve'scarnation!) untiltheybecameoneg eatrushing,rising,triumphantthing,bursingintolight,and then—

The wholeroombrokein opieces.

“Thankyou,ladies,”crieM.Hugo,bobbingathishighdesk,overthwreckage.

And“Keepit,dearest,”s idEve.“Souvenir tendre,”andshepoppedhecarnationdown thefrontofKatie'sblouse

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