Yanesh Tyagi

  A Quiet Moment in the Heart of Mysore Palace Standing in this sunlit courtyard of Mysore Palace, I felt time loosen its grip. The world outside, with all its noise and urgency, seemed to dissolve the moment I stepped into this space framed by arches, carved pillars, and stories too old to be spoken loudly. The courtyard is open and peaceful, almost shy in contrast to the grandeur of the palace façade that surrounds it on all four sides. The intricately designed arches look like frozen waves, each curve holding a century of craftsmanship. Pale green stained glass catches the light gently, adding a soft glow to the otherwise earthy palette of stone and wood. What struck me the most was the spiral staircase on the right. Black, ornate, mysterious, it rises like a question—where does it lead, and who might have climbed it in another era? There is something poetic about its delicate patterns against the strength of the palace walls. It feels like an invitation and a secret at the same...