🌙 After a long and eventful journey, we finally reached our resort : Jalsa by Vrindavan around 9:15 PM. The city lights shimmered through the drizzle and by then, exhaustion had quietly crept in. It took us nearly an hour to find a cab but when we did, it felt like a blessing sent by the universe itself. They say if universe is making you wait because they are going to giving you a wonderful experience.

The driver was humble, polite and genuinely kind, something rare to come by during late-night intercity travel. Since my mother and I were traveling alone from Bhopal to Indore, he immediately sensed the tension on her face. Without even being asked, he assured us,

“Don’t worry madam, aap dono ko safely pohcha dunga.”

His calm voice had that comforting warmth, the kind that instantly puts you at ease. True to his word, he drove carefully through dimly lit stretches, cracked small conversations to lighten the mood and ensured we reached our resort before 9:30 PM, safe and sound.

No overcharging, no misbehavior, no unnecessary talk – just honest hospitality and human decency at its purest. We were so moved that we booked him again for our return trip to Bhopal.

🚕 If you ever plan to travel from Bhopal to Indore and need a trustworthy cab service, do let me know in the comments – I’d be happy to share his contact. Highly recommended!

🌌 We had left Bhopal just after sunset, something my family usually avoids because they prefer daylight drives. But me? I’ve always loved the night🌙

My mom often teases me and asks, “Why do you like the night so much?”

And honestly, I think I finally know why.

The night doesn’t pretend, it doesn’t try to impress or outshine. It’s quiet, calm and mysterious in its own way. It gives you a sense of pause, like the world has stopped rushing for a moment. You can breathe, reflect and just… be.

And when it rains – ufff! that’s sone pe suhaga, as we say in Hindi. The sound of raindrops tapping gently on the car window, the faint smell of wet earth and the blur of passing headlights – it’s like poetry in motion.

That night, as our car moved steadily through the highway, I remember resting my head against the window and watching the dark fields pass by, feeling oddly at peace, like the night was wrapping me in a soft blanket of calmness before the excitement of Indore began.

🏡 When we finally reached Jalsa by Vrindavan, it truly lived up to its name. “Jalsa”(celebration) and “Vrindavan”(the divine abode of serenity). The moment we stepped out of the car, the cool night breeze brushed against our faces carrying the faint aroma of wet soil mixed with something delicious cooking inside the kitchen.

The resort glowed softly under the golden lights – calm, inviting and peaceful. The sound of rustling trees, distant laughter and the subtle hum of devotional music playing near the reception instantly made me feel at home.

The check-in was smooth and the staff greeted us with genuine smiles and warm “Namaste, ma’am.” Hospitality, I realized is not about luxury, it’s about how a place makes you feel. And Jalsa did that beautifully. After settling in, we headed straight to meet my sister(the mother of the groom) whose son’s reception was the reason behind this journey. The joy of reunion after months felt heartwarming. Hugs, laughter and that excited chaos that only family gatherings have, it was all there.

🎶 We freshened up quickly and headed to the dinner area where the evening was already alive with chatter and music. The lights twinkled across the lawn, kids were running around and elders were exchanging wedding gossip – a scene that felt so familiar and comforting.

What began as a casual dinner soon turned into a full-blown Antakshari session (because no Indian family event is complete without one 😄). Two teams, one mic, endless songs – from old Kishore Kumar classics to peppy 90s hits, we sang, teased and laughed till 2 AM. Between rounds, I sneaked away to the buffet counter because how could a foodie like me resist? 😋

🍽️ Oh, the food! The spread looked like a festival in itself : colorful, aromatic and irresistibly inviting. There was Bhutta Kees (a signature Indore delicacy made of grated corn sautéed with milk and spices), Poha-Jalebi combo that smelled like pure nostalgia, rich Kulfi, chilled Dry Fruit Milk, buttery Pav Bhaji and yes – Veg Biryani.

And I know, people like to argue that “veg biryani” doesn’t exist, it’s just pulao but respectfully, I disagree! If it’s layered, aromatic and cooked with love, it’s biryani in my book! 😋

We savored each bite, sang along with cousins, cracked jokes and relived old memories. It wasn’t just food; it was emotion served on a plate – the kind of meal that feeds both your stomach and your soul.

By the time we finally went to bed, it was way past midnight but our hearts were full, full of love, laughter and the promise of another beautiful day waiting just around the corner.

☀️ The Morning After(A Breakfast to Remember)

The next morning, I woke up feeling completely refreshed, that rare kind of peace you only get after a good night’s sleep, laughter with family and the comforting hum of rain still lingering in the air. The soft morning light filtered through the curtains and I could already smell something delicious wafting from the kitchen downstairs.

We quickly got ready and headed down for breakfast. The moment I stepped into the dining area, it felt like stepping into a food lover’s dream – it instantly wakes all my senses.

Steam curled up from poha tossed with mustard seeds and curry leaves, aloo bondas crackled in golden perfection, jalebis glistened like orange spirals of joy and the aroma of Black coffee mingled beautifully with the tangy scent of sambar. There was also the all-time favorite puri-aloo sabzi served piping hot just waiting to melt in your mouth.

I couldn’t resist. My plate looked like a mini Indore – colorful, aromatic and full of life. Each bite was a celebration of flavors – soft poha with a hint of lemon, sweet jalebi that balanced the spice, crispy bondas and that divine combination of puri and aloo that made you close your eyes in pure bliss.

And just when I thought the morning couldn’t get any better, the skies opened up again. It started raining – slow, rhythmic, beautiful. The droplets kissed the windowpanes as the fragrance of wet earth mixed with the aroma of fresh breakfast.

Imagine this, warm poha, crisp jalebi, hot black coffee in hand and rain pouring softly outside. It felt like heaven had checked into our resort that morning ☕🌧️

As I was finishing up, my jiju walked in, scanning the tables with his ever-watchful “did everyone eat?” look. He spotted me and asked in his usual playful tone,

“Did you have breakfast?”

“Yes!” I replied confidently.

He smirked and said,

“Well, I didn’t see you eat – so you’ll have to eat again!”

Before I could protest, another plate was on the way 😄 And that’s how I ended up having two breakfasts – one out of hunger, the other out of pure love and Indori hospitality ❤️ Because in Indore, food isn’t just served – it’s insisted upon. And honestly, who could ever say no to that?

🎁 The Love in Small Details

Post breakfast it was pampering the grooms family time with gifts. my mom handed over the wedding gifts to the groom’s family, each one carefully wrapped by me. ✨

These days, most people get their gifts wrapped at fancy stores – neat corners, shiny ribbons, perfect symmetry. But for me, that’s exactly what’s missing – perfection without emotion. I still love sitting down with vibrant wrapping papers, golden ribbons, a pair of scissors and that one stubborn tape that never tears straight.

Each layer I fold and tie feels like a small prayer, a silent wish for the couple’s happiness, health and togetherness. It’s not just about how the gift looks; it’s about what it carries – love, intention and that personal touch that money can’t buy.

By the time I finished, the room was filled with the faint crinkle of paper, bits of ribbon scattered around and that quiet satisfaction of having done something heartfelt. When my mom finally handed them over, it didn’t feel like we were giving gifts, it felt like we were passing on blessings, wrapped with care and sealed with love ❤️🎁

🛕 Exploring Indore(Temples, Palaces and the Soul of the City)

With our hearts (and bellies) full, we set out to explore Indore – a city that feels like it has a story waiting for you at every turn. 🌆

The drizzle from the previous night had left the air crisp and the city glowed in soft gold as morning light danced over temple domes and palace walls.

🌸 1. Annapurna Temple : Our first stop was the Annapurna Temple dedicated to the Goddess of nourishment and abundance. The moment we arrived, I could feel that this wasn’t just a visit – it was a darshan written by destiny. The entrance itself looked divine, adorned with vibrant Navratri decorations, strings of marigold and red drapes swaying gently in the morning breeze. At the gate stood four majestic elephant statues symbolizing strength, prosperity and protection guarding the temple like sentinels of grace.

But what truly took my breath away was the beautiful Shiv-Parvati murti placed right near the entrance – Lord Shiva and Goddess Parvati together radiating calm and completeness. It felt like a blessing wrapped in stone and devotion, as if the divine couple themselves were welcoming every devotee who stepped in.

As we walked under the grand archway, the air filled with the soothing rhythm of temple bells and the faint fragrance of incense. Inside, everything slowed – the noise of the city, the rush of time, even my thoughts. Standing before Maa Annapurna’s idol, I felt a wave of warmth and gratitude wash over me. Her calm face and benevolent eyes seemed to whisper, “May no one ever go hungry, neither in body nor in spirit.”

That moment lingered long after we stepped out. It made me realize why Indore’s people cook and serve food with such love because here, feeding others isn’t just a custom, it’s an act of worship. 🍛✨

👑 2. Rajwada Palace : Next, we stepped into history at Rajwada Palace, the heart of Indore’s royal legacy. The towering wooden doors, intricate balconies and blend of Maratha-Mughal architecture speak of a bygone era filled with valor and vision. As we wandered through the courtyards, I could almost hear echoes of royal processions and faint whispers of stories the walls have witnessed. The marble floors, the arched hallways – every corner of Rajwada carries the pride of the Holkar dynasty.

Outside, the bustling market added a beautiful contrast – tradition meeting modern life, side by side.

✨ 3. Sheesh Mahal : Tucked within the old palace lanes, we found Sheesh Mahal, the Palace of Mirrors. The moment I stepped inside, I was spellbound. Thousands of tiny mirrors shimmered under the dim lights reflecting not just faces but fragments of time itself. Every step felt like walking through starlight. My mom whispered, “It feels like we’ve entered another world,” and she was right. Each reflection seemed to tell a silent story of queens, ceremonies and dreams that once filled these mirrored halls. It was nothing short of mesmerizing. We couldn’t get any pictures because taking pictures and videos are strictly prohibited here.

🌼 4. Banke Bihari Temple : Our next stop was the Banke Bihari Temple where the divine meets the playful. Here, I had the blessing of swinging the tiny Adoo Gopal (Baby Krishna) idol, something so simple yet so profound. As the cradle moved gently, I felt an overwhelming wave of emotion like a mother’s love and a devotee’s surrender rolled into one. The devotees around smiled softly and the air was thick with devotion and sweetness like time itself had paused to witness love in its purest form 💫

🙏 5. Bada Ganpati : From there, we made our way to Bada Ganpati, home to one of the largest Ganesh idols in the world nearly 25 feet tall! The temple resonated with chants of “Ganpati Bappa Morya,” and the aroma of sandalwood and flowers filled the air. Standing before that enormous yet gentle form of Lord Ganesh, it felt as if all our worries dissolved. The energy was so alive, so joyful like the whole temple was breathing in rhythm with faith itself.

🏰 6. Lal Bagh Palace : Our final stop for the day was the grand Lal Bagh Palace, a masterpiece that could easily belong in Europe. The ornate chandeliers, regal furniture and marble staircases gleamed under the soft light – every detail spoke of elegance and empire. The ballroom adorned with paintings and gold filigree, looked like it had frozen time in its grandeur.

Even as my mom began to feel tired, I was still wide-eyed and lost in wonder, imagining the royal gatherings, the echo of laughter and the life that once filled these majestic halls.

By evening, as we stepped out, the sky had turned a soft orange. Indore with its temples, palaces and the kindness of its people had revealed itself not just as a city but as an experience of devotion, heritage, and heart.

🍛 A Culinary Pilgrimage through Indore

Of course, no Indore exploration is complete without indulging in its legendary street food because here, food isn’t just eaten, it’s celebrated! Every corner hums with sizzling sounds, tempting aromas and the kind of flavors that instantly make you feel at home.

Our food trail began with the iconic poha-jalebi combo – soft, fluffy poha topped with crunchy sev, pomegranate and a dash of lemon paired with hot, syrup-soaked jalebi. The perfect sweet-salty duet that Indore swears by!

Then came the famous Shikanji and no, not the lemony version you’re imagining! This Indori Shikanji is a creamy, rich, milk-based drink infused with dry fruits, saffron and cardamom. One sip and you’ll understand why people here call it liquid dessert. 🥛✨

Next, we strolled through the bustling Sarafa Bazaar, Indore’s night-time food wonderland that comes alive after 9 PM. What was a jewelry market by day turns into a foodie carnival by night!

There you can devour:

• Bhutte ka Kees – grated corn cooked in milk and spices, pure comfort in a bowl 🌽
• Garadu – crispy fried yam tossed with tangy masala, the ultimate winter snack.
• Joshi Dahi Bada, where the vendor spins the curd in air like a magician before serving it with sweet chutney and masala.
• And, of course, Malpua, Sabudana Khichdi and Rabri Jalebi, each bite sweeter than the last.

And how could I forget Shanti Madhushala! 😄

Don’t go by the name, it’s not what it sounds like! It’s actually a beloved juice and shake bar chain in Indore famous for its quirky name and even quirkier menu. From fresh fruit juices to creamy milkshakes with local twists, it’s the perfect stop after a night of food-hopping.

By the end of it, I realized – Indore doesn’t just feed your stomach, it feeds your soul. Every flavor, every smile, every bite tells you the same thing “Eat with joy, live with love.” ❤️

🍽️ Back at the Resort – A Feast Fit for a Maharaja

We returned to our resort just the lunch time was about to close where my sister and jiju were already waiting with wide smiles and curious eyes. The moment we began recounting our morning adventure from temples to palaces to street food galore, their expressions were priceless.

Some of our relatives laughed and said,

“We’ve been living in Indore for years and haven’t explored even half of what you covered in a single day!”

That’s when I realized, we had officially become the explorers of the family! 😄

Soon after, the aroma of ghee and spices filled the air calling us to lunch. And what awaited us was no less than a royal treat – a grand Indori thali that felt straight out of a festive celebration.

🍛 From Gatte ki Sabzi – soft gram flour dumplings simmered in a tangy, spicy yogurt gravy

• Churma Dal – hearty, comforting and rich with authentic Rajasthani flavors

• Paneer Sabzi – creamy, perfectly spiced and melt-in-mouth delicious to

• Ker Sangri – my absolute favorite! A traditional desert delicacy cooked with love and topped generously with pure ghee, every bite felt divine.

And to balance it all, a glass of chilled sweet lassi, so thick it could hold a spoon upright! 🥛✨

The meal wasn’t just food, it was an experience. The flavors lingered, the laughter echoed and for that hour, time seemed to slow down. Surrounded by family, conversation and soul-satisfying food, I couldn’t help but think, this is what travel is truly about, moments that fill both the heart and the plate ❤️

👗 Evening Reception(A Night of Music, Elegance & Indori Magic)

After a short but much-needed rest, the excitement of the evening began to unfold. We dressed up for the reception, the air already buzzing with laughter, dhol beats and the scent of fresh marigolds drifting through the corridors.

I slipped into a beautiful emerald-green Banarasi silk lehenga, one that actually belonged to my sister (because  honestly, that’s what sisters are for – sharing clothes, secrets and memories 😄). The intricate zari work shimmered softly under the lights and as I twirled once before the mirror, it felt like wearing a piece of home, love and legacy all at once.

Just before stepping in, I got a string of mogra flowers meant to be worn as a gajra in my hair. But well… I’ve never been one to follow rules blindly now-a-days! Instead of adorning my hair with it, I wrapped it gracefully around my wrist . The soft fragrance lingered as I moved my hand, giving a full mujra vibe – elegant, playful and a little dramatic 💃🌼

My cousins couldn’t stop laughing and teasing – “Wait… are we having a mujra performance tonight? Should we arrange the spotlight?” 😄

It turned into one of those spontaneous, laughter-filled moments that only families can create, the kind that become stories you’ll retell at every gathering.

The venue itself looked nothing short of royal, golden drapes, strings of jasmine and diyas glowing like tiny stars. Families greeted one another, kids ran around in excitement and laughter floated through the cool Indore evening air.

As the evening reception began, something instantly stood out – the music. No blaring DJ, no flashy speakers, no ear-splitting bass. Instead, three musicians sat gracefully on the stage – one with a flute, another with a sitar and the third with a tabla.

The moment they started, it felt like time slowed down. Each note floated through the air like silk – soft, pure and full of soul. Every song you could imagine, from old Bollywood melodies to timeless classics was woven into those sweet, delicate tunes. The flute whispered emotion, the sitar added elegance and the tabla gave it heartbeat. It wasn’t background music; it was atmosphere.

You could feel it in the way people smiled a little softer, spoke a little slower and simply soaked in the beauty around them. Even the chatter of guests seemed to blend into the rhythm like everyone was unknowingly part of this symphony.

I remember standing there for a while, just listening… The fragrance of mogra, the shimmer of lights reflecting off silk sarees and those gentle notes wrapping the evening in magic.

No rush. No noise.

Just music, memories and that serene warmth that only live instruments can bring. The whole evening felt less like a wedding reception and more like a poetic celebration where every tune was a blessing and every smile, a lyric. 🎶✨

And then came the feast, a spread so lavish that even words struggle to do it justice.

🍽️ The Indore-style reception menu was pure indulgence:

• Tangy lemon soda to refresh

• Crisp golgappe and spicy chaat that set taste buds dancing too

• A surprise stall of Mexican noodles – fusion at its finest!

• Rich paneer jalfrezi and creamy dal makhani, the heart of every Indian feast.

• And of course, the ultimate finale – hot jalebi paired with chilled kulfi. The perfect sweet ending that made everyone’s face light up in delight. 🍨✨

The night was alive with music, conversation and that familiar chaos that only Indian weddings can bring. I met relatives I hadn’t seen in years, clicked endless photos and laughed till my cheeks hurt.

By the end of the celebration, I was glowing not just from the lights or the food but from gratitude. Gratitude for family, for togetherness and for being in a city that celebrates life with such heart.

As I finally sank into bed that night, stomach full and heart fuller, one thought crossed my mind “If this was Day 1… I can’t wait to see what Day 2 brings” 💚✨

💫 “Tomorrow, the journey continues, from the divine blessings of Khajrana Ganpati to the irresistible crunch of Indore’s legendary namkeens. More flavors, more faith, more magic awaits!”