Once upon a time I went to the Rajasthan.
There were many sands there.
There was also a camels.
I rode on the camels backside with my mother and with my father.
They were very happy.
(I was driven by an irrepressible desire to smack the camel owner but that is beside the point)
We ate lot of bajra and saw many fort.
We sitted under tent and saw many pretty ladies dance around blazing fire with talent.
In Jaisalmer, my parent gifted me golden stone bowl.
Then I got up on a railway track and returned back home.