The sun had just begun its descent behind the amber - coloured hills surrounding Jaipur , casting a golden hue over the pink city . As the evening breeze stirred the fragrant dust of the streets , it carried with the sound of distant bells , the hum of prayers , and the soft murmur of life settling into the rhythm of dusk . The air was filled with an undeniable magic , a sense of something sacred lingering in every corner of the city .
At the entrance of Birla Mandir , the marble steps gleamed with the last traces of sunlight , their pristine whiteness illuminated by the fading glow of the day . The temple , with its intricately carved spires and gleaming walls , stood like a guardian of peace , offering shelter to the souls seeking solace .
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