Bundi’s palace isn’t haunted, but I felt invisible walking its empty halls. Paint peeled in sheets, and the only sound was my own breath echoing off faded murals. I thought I’d feel awe, maybe a rush of discovery. Instead, it was like standing in someone else’s memory—grand, but abandoned. No crowds, no guides, just me and the weight of a place left behind. I kept waiting for a moment of connection, some spark. It never came. Maybe that’s the truth about chasing ruins: sometimes you’re just another ghost passing through, hoping for a story that never arrives. #Travel #TravelLoneliness #UnfilteredJourneys