It seemed like a coincidence. As conversations around the threat to their existence and increasing fragility grew, the Aravalli hills had been all over my feed. And then, almost without ceremony, I was travelling by the road from Delhi to Jaipur, witnessing the same majestic peaks rolling past the car window. When I finally arrived at my destination, The Leela Palace Jaipur, it was instantly clear that I was set to spend the next few days right in their midst. What I hadn't anticipated was how quietly yet firmly these ancient hill formations would seep into the shape of the place, in much the same way they hold and nourish the land around them.





