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Yes, the city is glamorous — with its palaces, processions, and pink facades — but it’s the smaller delights we cherish most. The scent of fresh flowers in the morning. The soft smoke of temple incense mingling with the clatter of bells and the rhythmic clapping of morning aartis. A chilled glass of thick lassi savoured in the old city. A bag of marigolds from the flower market. A hand-rolled bindi from a roadside cart. Henna drawn slowly beneath the shade of a neem tree. Walks through winding lanes at sunset. The warm chatter of neighbours in the pink city’s golden light — a local barber, a schoolchild on a cycle, a yoga teacher greeting the day.
At Niravi, we celebrate all of it — from the city’s humble heart to its high style. Fancy a taste of Jaipur’s polish? There’s shopping at the Gem Palace, Idli, Teatro Dhora, and the PDKF Store. A day at the polo grounds or a morning on the golf course. Evenings unfold with cocktails at colonial-era bars, live music wafting through courtyards, or literary salons during the Jaipur Literature Festival. You might dine beneath chandeliers at a palace — or savour piping-hot jalebis straight from a street-side kadhai.
Each photograph you see here holds a special place — none were staged or directed by professionals. They were captured by travellers and wanderers who experienced the city as it is, and chose to frame a moment of its beauty. These images offer an honest, heartfelt glimpse into Jaipur — its spirit, its streets, its soul.
With gratitude for the pictures to: Emma Piejnenburg, Abhishek Tanwar, Bhavesh, Stijn Dijkstra, Kashvi Shah, Parv, Vincent Janssen, Vindhya Chandrasekaran, Bhawani Raj, Ayush, Sharad Bhat, Roman Saienko, Naveen, Ashwin, Urtimud — and anyone we may have missed.
Thank you for seeing the city,
and sharing what you saw.
