Standing atop Tailbaila Fort, the world below feels impossibly far away. The ramparts, though crumbling in places, still carry the weight of the empires that built them. You can trace the outline of old watchtowers, run your fingers along stone that has weathered monsoons for hundreds of years, and look out over a canopy of green that stretches unbroken to the horizon. My daughter sat on the edge of a parapet, legs dangling, face turned into the breeze, and said nothing for a long time. She didn't need to. Some places speak louder than words.