When I crossed the flower path and reached in front of the gate of Mysore Palace, it was very crowded. From school-college to teenagers, young people, young people, middle-aged, and even the elderly organized. Everyone could understand why they wanted to come to Mysore Palace. Certainly, something that makes everyone come here. I don’t remember exactly, I had to buy a ticket for 20 or 50 TK. Let a goal be fulfilled in the end. Turning around, I can see some of the memories of that Tipu Sultan in history.

Before entering the main entrance, everyone has to take off their shoes and leave the shoes for 10 TK. I don’t have to spend 10 TK again, so I took off my shoes, wrapped them in polythene, and put them in my backpack. Then I entered the palace on my back. But as soon as I got inside, I was utterly disappointed. Because I thought that since the emperor’s throne can be seen as soon as you enter the Red Fort, you can see many other things of the emperor, I assumed that it would be the same here.

But alas, where did I go? This is not a palace or installation related to Tipu Sultan, so where did I come from? Did I just go to the wrong place on foot? The train was three hours late, and if I had gone to the wrong place, it would have been completely ruined! But at that moment there was nothing more to do, seeing that there was no way back to the path I had entered, I started to move forward with everyone.

Seeing the courtyard decorated with various weapons, cannons, gunpowder, various things of the ancient war, all the regrets of a while ago were gone as soon as you crossed the courtyard of the palace and entered the main building. From the floor whose roof is as high as a five to six-story building. Standing in the aesthetic form of huge pillars all around. Where all the colors of the world seem to be losing their color.

The whole palace is glistening with golden colors in the light of daylight. And in the middle of those golden-yellows, it is difficult to explain how many different colors of Michelle. Blue, green, red, pink, orange, maroon, gray and all kinds of colors and all kinds of colors. Along with that was the continuous radiation of daylight. From the glass roof above the palace to the light of day inside, everything seemed to increase the scattering of its form.

Wherever I look in this place, my eyes get stuck, and I don’t want to move my eyes anywhere else. Every corner, wall, bend, floor, pillar, ceiling, porch, chandelier, flashing light, everything seemed to have an intoxication. When you look at one side, you want to keep looking at that side. If you look at the other side, then that is it. Every place, every corner, every inch of Maya, what a tension, what an intoxication I was stuck in for a long time.

I was standing still. A group of busy people rushed to take me away. But I wanted to stand there for a long time. I was wondering how so many years ago someone thought of such a wonderful thing, why they made it, what mentality they had. How luxurious and beauty conscious they were. All these thoughts were interrupted by the departure of a single person.

From there I went out with a stream of people and went up. The upper floor was also very crowded. Inside some old glass fences. Everyone is very busy taking pictures of Sesab. Seeing no way to stand there, I crossed the stairs and the balcony.

This time I went and reached inside the huge palace that I had worn before. The palace here looks like it is all golden. Just a flash of golden light all around, like everything wrapped in gold. I stopped again and stood up. Seeing an amazing look inside. It is as if someone has arranged a new bus for a king. This time I started taking pictures as I wished. By satisfying the desires of the mind. I have never seen such an interior decoration, such a light, such a golden thing before. I never thought that anything like that could happen. I was fascinated and just stared for eternity.

Every window, every stone, wall, path of light radiation, balcony, hanging chandelier, red-blue-yellow-green and purple light dazzles the eyes. Anyone can go. Still I look, take pictures, I am surprised, I look back when I go back. I went down the ancient wooden stairs to Mysore Palace. Surprised and fascinated, some time passed with very little effort.

As soon as I went out, I didn’t get one, a subtle regret seemed to surround me. Hey, I wanted to see Tipu Sultan’s palace. If it is not, then where is it? My mind is restless, my soul is restless to find Tipu Sultan, his palace, his history and him.
If you want to know history, my story is not for you. I don’t like to write history, because if you want to know the history, there is Google, there is a wiki. I just like to write about a place, how I felt, what I felt. There are also many more ways to know history. So I have to be frustrated to find history in any of my writings.
Believe it or not, whenever I go somewhere, I think of that place and its surroundings as my own. So can I destroy anything by myself? I can’t. So I never throw any dirt anywhere. I put them in the pocket of the bag and left them in a suitable place. I hope you will do the same. Thanks.