Indore: Where the Walls Talk Back

got dropped in indore yesterday with nothing but a sketchbook and a caffeine headache. *lal bagh palace looked like a sugar overload but the real art’s crawling up the backstreets. i just checked the weather and it’s… basically breathing hot air at 29.62, so if you’re into that kind of high-temp romance, pack your deodorant and a prayer. humidity’s so low my skin feels like it’s been vacuum-sealed.

wandered into sarojini market looking for spray cans and ended up bargaining for mango pickle instead. if you get restless, ujjain’s ancient temples and dewas’ dusty chai stalls are just a rickshaw’s sneeze away-both under an hour if your driver’s not debating cricket.

someone told me that the regency hotel’s rooftop bar has a mural war every saturday night, but then again, that came from a guy who tried to sell me a stolen scooter seat. also heard whispers that chappan dukan’s chaat stalls double as underground art galleries after midnight. take it with a fistful of salt, maybe some jeera too.

“brother, the police commissioner’s cousin collects illegal murals. i saw him swap a canvas for a samosa behind the old textile mill.”

“that mural near the cricket stadium? they say it changes when you’re drunk. or maybe it’s just the cheap whiskey.”

spent three days tagging underpasses near indore museum until a security guard caught me sketching his mustache. turns out he’s a retired calligrapher-now we’re collaborating on a comic about a rebellious onion. for legit street art maps, check this local board and yelp’s hidden gems. if you’re into organized chaos, tripadvisor’s art tours won’t let you down.

pressure’s dropping like a bad habit at 1011 mb-perfect weather for illegal aerosol activities. silk factory road* smells like chemicals and possibility. just saying.

tags: travel, Indore, human, vibe, messy