The unsaid story of the ruins..

The ruins speak the story of a resplendent past. Even today you feel as if you can hear the horses walking past you, the blacksmith at their work, the artisans displaying the wares and can easily imagine the political intrigue and silent love blossoming in the precincts of the nearly dilapidated palace, that was once the witnesser of a time of high activity, of rampant power plays, of flowing drinks, of war strategies and political marriages.
Those ruined gardens and empty water ponds sing the song of prosperity that abound there once upon a time when the queen used to step on the bed of roses and into the scented waters and a cool zephyr flew by .All those hymns, those tales of love tell the story of a colourful and cruel past when a son plotted to kill his father for the power and when a traitor led to the doom of a golden era.