Look closely and you'll see, the writing is crystal, clear. The history books are rife with stories, next chapters. And when the story of this city is recited, we often tend to skip a few pages. It's almost as if we forget some simple truths. Heritage isn't so much about construction, as tradition. After all, there is no gate bigger than open arms. And no welcome grander than an honest smile. There is no place larger than a warm hug. No fort stronger than human support. Towers can tumble. Bricks may crumble. But there isn't force out there than can ever shake the foundations of faith. Because our walls may be swathed in pink. But our hearts pump rivers of deed red. Why, there was a 'hawa' and 'jal' much before 'mahal'. It's also a reason 'padharo' comes much, much before 'des'. Indeed, welcome to a heritage you call home. A heritage of Hospitality.