An old man sitting in an open dessert is playing the harmony of the sand. With clouds about to pour rain and bring some peace to the burning gravel, the tale is ready to be told by the man.
With a turban around his head and the entire dessert being his own domains, he welcomes folks to his lands of Rajasthan.
These dunes have been here for as long as anyone can think of and witnessed the ups and falls of the many. These stories are willing to be heard and the traditional instrument is the means of communicating the same.
The man finds himself suitable to tell the tale, for him he understands the tradition of his people really well and is about to share it in the most captivating way possible.