After his sudden escapade into a royal dressing room, the rogue palace monkey dashes into the wild Indian garden, glistening in delight. With a sumptuous pearl necklace and a regal silk turban as his loot, he is a sight to behold.

Amidst the burst of voluptuous summer mangoes, the earth laughs in flowers, as the koel sings taking flight over a Mughal ruin. And the almighty sun watches this splendorous spectacle with a wicked smile. An old fountain bubbles with water, as a languorous breeze blows over the wild Indian garden, flooding it with the most haunting fragrances.

A riot of beauty and play. A season of splendour.

I dream in India.

As we hope you will too.