Rudra Pratap Sharma 1 The dusty roads leading into Alwar shimmered beneath the late afternoon sun as Devendra “Dev” Singh leaned forward against the rattling seat of the hired jeep, his eyes fixed on the rugged Aravalli Hills in the distance. The heat pressed down, unforgiving, but for Dev, the oppressive weather was just another detail in the landscape of Rajasthan—a backdrop to history’s forgotten voices. A backpack filled with notebooks, excavation tools, and his trusty camera rested by his side, each item carefully chosen for the task ahead. He had come not as a tourist, but as a seeker…
