With 18 Marwari stallions in his stables, Sidharth is the proud defender of indigenous Rajasthani horses. When I ask him about the qualities of the Marwari mounts he says: “endurance, of course, they’re desert horses. But they are also very sensitive, difficult to handle, and hot-tempered.”
For a second, I think men and horses have the same character in the region. As I explain that I come from Normandy, a French region with a strong horse tradition, Sidharth cries out: “I love Normandy! I was there for the 2009 exhibition. We were VIP guests”.
We speak about familiar places. Saint-Lo, Caen, Cabourg, the Mont Saint-Michel. We speak about the horse whisperer. The magic of the place transports us to a world where we have known each other for years and I feel at home. Siddarth tells me about the books written in the room of the first floor, and I imagine coming back to this preserved paradise in a few years to write my first novel.
Today, I have really found paradise. I tried to look for a place called Mihir Garh on the map but the name never appeared in front of my curious eyes. At first, I thought it was too small a spot to interest the traveler. Then, as I encountered the magic of the place, contemplating the sunset in all its beauty, I understood that a circle of enlightened people had made the selfish choice to preserve this heaven.
For a few minutes, I remained silent. The rest of the time, I was simply grateful.
“There all is order and beauty,
Luxury, peace, and pleasure.”