In the Thar desert, in the northwest India, in a place where the exotism and color of the Indian cities meets the calm and hilly shape of the desert sands, the camels are moving. They do so for centuries. Their bosses have carried the goods along the Silk Road, have fed teeming populations, have walked over sands that bind cities, leaving behind the marks of the deep steps into a world of mystery and fantasy.
Jaisalmet appears in the middle of the desert as a shining city of light, crowned by the unusual shape of the castle. The streets are crowded every day by the local merchants, the gypsy girls dancing in an undulating movements to the sound of a music emanating from the unusual strings and percussion instruments. Somewhere among them we can still hear the rawanhathha, a typical local guitar, with its unique sound that nowadays, only a few know how to play.