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was one of the most beautiful and satisfactory 

 examples of modern Indian craftsmanship. 



An Indian garden where each baradari in its 

 turn is as purposeful as it is decorative, should 

 not only be looked at, but should be lived in 

 to realise its charms. At Achibal the summer- 

 house set in the tank just beneath the waterfall 

 is planned for the noontide rest, lulled by the 

 sound of the cascade, cooled by the driving 

 spray. As the shadows lengthen, carpets are 

 spread on the chabutras under the huge chenars, 

 and towards sunset the upper pavilions near the 

 spring are used. Seen from the forest walks above 

 the light on the submerged rice-fields turns the 

 valley into a golden sea, on whose southern shores 

 rise the peaks of the Pir Panjal, like giant 

 castles, with the long, monsoon cloud pennants 

 streaming from their towers. At night, from 

 the gallery of the large pavilion the garden shows 

 a vague, mysterious form ; marked out by the 

 shapes of the dark chenars, the grey glimmer 

 where the cascade foams, and the reflections of 

 the stars in the pools. 



Old histories and stories haunt the garden : 

 of Jahangir and his Nur-Mahal, and Majnum and 

 Laila claim this Paradise again — he in his hopeful 



