It always happens. You plan, you list, you book a solid Rajasthan tour package because you want to do this properly. And then somewhere around the third day you're sitting on a step somewhere that wasn't on any list, drinking something warm, not quite sure what city you're in, and you realise this is actually it. This is the thing. Not the fort. Not the camel. This quiet, unplanned moment that the itinerary had nothing to do with.