As the Brad notes in Macbeth:
This castle hath a pleasant seat; the air
Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself
Unto our gentle senses.
This building, which reminded me of a mighty, yet gentle giant had a sleepy air inside. Little beams of sunshine peeped through beautiful trellis-work, making pretty patterns on the walls. A calm prevailed, the air resigned to the dust of history and achievements past. Here and there, a gleam consecrated the overall gloom.
The place, or castle, or what you will is built on tranquil land. The stone and wood are strong, yet speak not so much for fire-eating dragons or cruel princes sweeping in horses with frothing mouths. Rather, the place seems to smile, if a little wistfully, as it bathes in the sunshine of bliss.
This castle looks as though it is a treasure-house of memories of peaceful years, a chronicle of happier times, of lasting ease and of an almost Elysian quiet. Yet, underneath this steadfast peace, also lies a sea of physical distress, caused by age and impecunious times. Old wood stands there sublime, encasing the castle from the unfeeling armour of time, fierce winds, trampling storms, heartless sunshine. Chocolate, cinnamon, beige, auburn and sorrel streak the walls. The colours speak of welcome fortitude and patient cheer, commodities we of the modern times and urban lives would do well to learn.
[A note on the commonplace: Sainj is best approached from Shimla via Theogh. The total distance is about 40 kms. This Sainj is not to be confused with the one in Kullu district. The Ranas are remarkably easy-going people, which is why you would be disinclined to impose on their kind hospitality and their generosity in opening up their home to complete strangers. ]