Sandcastle City

Way out West in the Thar Desert near the Pakistani border lies Jaisalmer.
All of the buildings in Jaisalmer are built from sandstone.  The town blends in with the surrounding desert and everything has a golden glow.  Above the town lies the original fort where 3,000 people still live.
I feel that I’ve been shrunken down to doll size and I’m living in a sandcastle world.  The fort in the distance literally looks like a kid took buckets and built it, really!
The man who runs the guesthouse I’m staying in, The Peacock Hotel, calls me the Desert Princess.   I’d like to think Sandcastle Princess.
Dusk falls on the Sandcastle City.  Motorbikes and scooters honk below.  Children are playing in the street.  I sit on my sandcastle balcony.  I hear from across the street and little voice saying, “Hello!  Hello!”.  Out from a tiny window peeks a little boy!  I have neighbors!  His mom pokes her head out the window and smiles.  I wave.  Charming.