A Farm.
Not A Hotel.

46 Years In The Making.
Still Not Done.

A living farm — trees, vegetables, animals, and gardens — that feeds you, slows you down, and stays with you.

My father planted these trees in Rajasthan desert sand forty-six years ago and willed them into life. Mature food trees overhead. Vegetables harvested that morning on your plate by evening. Cows, goats, horses, hens, dogs — animals that are part of the family. A kingfisher lives near the pool. This is not a hotel with some greenery. It is a living farm that happens to welcome guests.

No Food Like Our Food.

Vegetables picked this morning. Flour milled today. Oil pressed this week.

The yoghurt is made here. The paneer is made here. The oil was pressed this week. The flour was milled today. One short menu — built from what the farm is offering that morning. Cooked in front of you. Served straight from the fire. Not a farm-to-table promise on a laminated card. The actual farm.

"The best food I have had in India."
— Adele, Airbnb

Strip Away Everything.
What Remains Is The Farm.

Rajasthan's luxury is ornate. We are the deliberate opposite. Restraint requires something decoration never needs: taste.

Every room faces the farm. No window, no room — that is how it is designed. Most carry 150 to 200 square feet of glass. Hotels have many rooms without one. We have none. Teak, marble, cotton, linen — made by nature, not by man. They cost more and require more craftsmanship. Craftsmen who have lived here for decades built these rooms and kept improving. Perfection is hundreds of small decisions made over years. The garden is the room's main artwork.

"Everything is beautifully made and they keep improving every year."
— Tamar, Booking.com

Eighty Feet. Built To Swim In.

At the centre of the garden. At the centre of your stay.

Most hotel pools exist to photograph. This one exists to swim in. The pool sits in the middle of the farm — bougainvillea above, fruit trees giving shade, a kingfisher that lives nearby. Guests swim before breakfast, between sessions, and at dusk. It is one of the main reasons people come — and stay longer.

"It is huge and beautifully made with local stone and a pleasure to swim in." — Luna, Booking.com

The Farm Is The Programme.

No spa menu. No schedule. Just the farm, the food, the pool, and space to reset.

The programme is the place. Fresh food, swimming, sunlight, the company of our dogs and animals, and quiet early nights. The first day you arrive with whatever you brought. The second day the place begins to reach you. By the third day, you will feel your nervous system shift — sleep, appetite, the way the mind sits. Three nights minimum. Not a rule. Just how long it takes.

This Is Our Home.

We do what we love, with people we love, for guests who love what we do.

Not a corporate hotel. No faceless management, no bureaucracy. The experience we offer is the life we are living. Some of the people you meet here have been here for over a decade. That cannot be manufactured. We are proud of what we have built, and we know we have a long way to go. If something falls short, the problem is mine. Tell me, and I will fix it.

"There is a purpose to it and I greatly respect the host for what he is doing. There is very little compromise."
— Samantha, Airbnb · Australia