The night of love of the beautiful Rajput princess.
Act I of an erotic tale taking place in Rajasthan



princess of Rajasthan





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All these pictures, these scattered objects on the night-chest!

Pictures of women, of girls, of girl-flowers and memories, yellowed postcards, frayed stamps, brilliant small objects, messages with mysterious penmanship's, a jewel-box filled with kohl, suspicious odors of kif from a closed sachet, saffron rags, a soft perfume of Asia. More precise pictures, some companions of adventure, two motionless caravans in the snow-covered mountain passes of Kashmir. A discrete picture, a Sikh girl beautiful and naive teenager with a perverse glance, soft and ephemeral adventure, Parsis schoolgirls in Bombay, small merry flowers which open a petal on an hazardous adventure.

Memories that haunt my spirit.

Hawa Mahal
A yellowed photography, fortresses in pink stone walls, deserted palaces of the maharajas, the Hawa Mahal with lathing windows showing fragments of secluded and smiling women. In the urban masquerades, a wasted past in Jaipur.

Memories that haunt my dreams.

princesses of IndiaA more precise image, the mysterious mazes of love, a young and pretty Rajput bride released from her purdah, my alleviated memory, for one moment in peace.

Jaipur that night.

Jaipur, immense bazaar fill with heteroclite crews, nervous and gaily colored crowds, tattooed buses and impatient vehicles, indescribable kaleidoscope in the rising twilight. Noises of bands suddenly, sounds of festivals at the distance, nervous movements of anarchistic crowd, uproar and tam-tams closing by. Noises of festivals already nearer, sceneries of ancient palaces in ochre and jade walls near by.

Jaipur that evening, the mystery that emerge.

wedding in RajasthanA crowd suddenly breaks, brass bands with shinny coppers, flashy women, men wearing the turban, carnival din, arrogant Mercedes, sparking young girls like charms, haughty camels, an elephant artistically painted run through the crowd, like a ship in distress: a canopy elephant overlapped by a prince come out from an other time, dressed of an achkan of invaluable brocarts, for the removal of his beautiful and young promised, legendary images that sprinkle my memory.




Jaipur in my dreams, always.

That evening in Jaipur, traveler transplanted in another dimension, anachronistic foreigner, amazed by this scene from an other time, easily located in the crowd of the passerby, I am the personal guest of the prince to attend the ceremonies of his marriage with the young and pretty Rajput princess.

Marco Polo or the imaginary journey (translated from Contes et légendes, février 1998) © 1998 Jean-Pierre Lapointe
Trame sonore empruntée aux archives du Web: Shanghai de Jean-Michel Jarre

ACT II