Get Sleepy: Sleep meditation and stories - The Dawn Palace and the Magical Garden
Episode Date: September 1, 2026Narrator: Chloe De Burgh 🇬🇧 Writer: Mersiha Bruncevic ✍️ Sound effects: calm birdsong, crickets 🐦 🌾 Welcome back, sleepyheads. Tonight, we'll visit a palace in India w...ith Priyanka and Ruby. They'll share in the mysterious past and enchanted present of a place like no other. 😴 Includes mentions of: Fairytale, Fantastical Elements, Magic, Religious Traditions, Family. To receive our FREE weekly newsletter: Join our mailing list! Enjoy various playlists of our stories and meditations on our Slumber Studios Spotify profile. Get Sleepy Premium Listen completely ad-free and access our entire catalogue of stories and meditations by subscribing to our premium feed. Your support means the world to us and makes it possible to keep the show running! ❤️ Get your 7-day free trial: getsleepy.com/support. Connect Stay up to date on all our news and even vote on upcoming episodes! Website: slumberstudios.com/getsleepy/ Facebook: facebook.com/getsleepypod/ Instagram: instagram.com/getsleepypod/ Our Apps Redeem exclusive unlimited access to Premium content for 1 month FREE in our mobile apps built by the Get Sleepy and Slumber Studios team: Deep Sleep Sounds: deepsleepsounds.com/getsleepy/ Slumber: slumber.fm/getsleepy/ FAQs Have a query for us or need help with something? You might find your answer here: Get Sleepy FAQs About Get Sleepy Get Sleepy is the #1 storytelling podcast designed to help you get a great night’s rest. By combining sleep meditations with a relaxing bedtime story, each episode will guide you gently towards sleep. Thank you so much for listening! Feedback? Let us know your thoughts! slumberstudios.com/contact-us/. Get Sleepy is a production of Slumber Studios. Check out our podcasts, apps, and more at slumberstudios.com. That’s all for now. Sweet dreams! ❤️ 😴 Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices
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That story was written by Mercia and read by Chloe.
We're going to visit a palace in India and its magical gardens.
Together with Priyanka and Ruby, we'll share in the mysterious past and enchanted present
of a place like no other.
So, move into the most comfortable position for you,
and let your body settle and relax.
Take a deep breath in and slowly ease it back out
as you continue breathing at a steady, relaxed pace.
Imagine yourself in a garden
amongst fragrant lotus flowers,
blooming magnolia trees,
and a peaceful river that tries
that runs in the background.
Think of how beautiful it all looks at dusk,
under the light of a thousand lanterns,
twinkling among the treetops.
This is a place of serenity and gentle impressions,
like walking through dewy grass,
or lightly touching a rose petal,
or the delicate scent of a redouy grass,
a lily of the valley right after a shower of summer rain. The gardens of the dorm palace are a place
of natural beauty and wonder. Now, let's learn what also makes this place magical as we begin our story.
Priyanka was a little nervous, but it was an exciting sort of nervous, the way she would usually feel the night before a trip or her birthday.
She had recently been employed as the head gardener at a historical Rajbari, an old manor.
It was known to locals as the Dawn Palace.
The estate was located on the outskirts of the Balooah neighbourhood in the West Bengal City of High.
It was not far from where Priyanka herself lived.
Today would be her first day working at the Rajbari, and she could not wait to get started.
Ever since she was a little girl, flowers, trees, and plants were the things she loved the most.
She had always marvelled at how the seemingly dull soil can spring such awe-inspiring wonders,
like the majestic banyan tree or the mystical satyparni or blackboard tree,
not to mention flowers such as the night jasmine, the pink lotus, or the black narcissus.
These days after her extensive studies, Priyanka knew all about the biological, physical,
and chemical complexities that make flowers grow.
But each time she saw a bud burst into a flower, there was something in her that still saw it as pure magic.
It was a wonder how the simple blending of rough brown earth and sweet water gave birth to innumerable colours, shapes, textures and fragrances.
As she approached the main entrance of the Raj Bari, Priyanka felt the tremble of happiness flutter through her.
Set on the sprawling grounds along the Huli River, the estate covered an impressive expanse of land.
The dawn palace dated back several centuries.
Growing up in the area, Priyanka had always admired it.
But for as long as she had been aware of its existence, the manor and its gardens had always been abandoned and untended.
A few months earlier, Priyanka had been surprised to see an ad in a local paper.
The sole living heir to the estate, a lady in her 90s, called Ruby, had placed the ad.
She was looking for a gardener to restore the old grounds.
Priyanka replied immediately.
But after not hearing back from Ruby for a long time,
Priyanka assumed that the position had gone to someone else.
Then, one day, out of the blue, she received a letter in the post,
an unusual thing these days, when everything is communicated digitally.
On beautiful light pink scented paper,
in immaculate handwriting, Ruby informed Priyanka that from now on,
she would be the head gardener.
She invited Bianca to come to the estate a few days later to begin the necessary work.
While the estate mostly faced the riverfront, its principal entrance was on the city side of the grounds.
The old gate rose high towards the vast blue sky.
It was an opulent, gold and black wrought iron gate adorned with lush green vines
that seemed to climb upwards forever.
The verdant creepers were so abundantly leafy,
covering most of the tall railings
that Priyanka could not tell how high the gate reached.
It almost looked like it touched the sky.
She had expected there to be at least a porter,
or some sort of security.
But there was no one at the entrance.
There were only two statues,
slightly taller than her. Two stone sentinels guarding the gate with carved uniforms.
It looked like military regalia from the late 19th or early 20th century.
But Priyanka was not entirely sure, pushing the gate gently. She realized that it was unlocked.
There were no signs prohibiting visitors. And after all, Priyanka had a meeting.
with Ruby, the owner of the estate. She was not an uninvited guest. Beyond the gate,
the garden was absolutely still and silent. Nothing stirred around her. Prianka was awestruck by what
she saw. Everywhere she turned, she saw what must have been thousands of different flowers.
Her eyes moved from one to the next, quicker than her mind could identify them all.
It was a wonderful whirl of colors and fragrances that felt like a waking dream.
Since Ruby had not specified where and when they were to meet that day,
Priyanka decided to walk around the garden for a little while to take it all in.
After that, she would head inside the house, where she would no doubt find Ruby.
The quiet serenity of the garden was unlike,
anything she had known. It was hard to believe that just beyond the gates, How Rush City buzzed
and bustled, with its countless yellow taxis, buses, bicycles, and busy people milling about.
Turning a corner, Priyanka was suddenly met with an entirely new sight. A little valley of pearly
flowers in full bloom, stretching out like a carpet of soft petals, all the way to.
down to the sparkly river. She walked over to get a closer look at the flowers along the riverbank.
The Rajbaric Gardens were so still that even down by the water, it was ever so quiet.
It seemed to be the most peaceful, tranquil place on earth.
The gardens were wild and overgrown, and had not been tended in a long while.
but there was no mistaking that this place was full of splendor,
and that it must have been once upon a time,
a lavish and sumptuous estate.
Priyanka thought,
how lucky the family was to have all of this,
and she somehow felt happy that they had been so fortunate,
wherever they were now,
and for whatever reason, they no longer lived here.
But before she could think any more about the family, something caught her eye.
Right by the river stood two trees, facing one another, almost as if in conversation,
they both seemed to be bowing respectfully to the other.
These she could identify immediately.
One was the Parul tree, also known as the fragrant padry.
His blossoms were a scintillating mix of tiny lilac and pink flowers.
The other one was the Champak tree,
a large evergreen blooming with light, creamy, yellow magnolias.
A gentle breeze came in from the river,
rustling the blossoming branches of the two trees.
And for the first time, since Priyanka had entered these quiet gardens,
she heard a sound.
It was something between a soft sigh and a delicate whisper.
She looked around, but there was no one there except her.
As Priyanka lifted her eyes towards the tall branches of the Parul and the Champak tree,
it almost looked like they were lowering their branches towards her,
as if to say hello.
But before she could reach her hand out and touch their flowers,
There was yet another sound, that of light, unhurried steps approaching.
Priyanka turned around and found herself standing face to face with a beautiful elderly lady.
She had shiny silver hair cascading down her waist,
and she wore a simple but striking blue sari.
The lady's eyes were large and almonds-shaped,
and a rich, deep brown.
This must be the lady of the manner,
Priyanka thought to herself before saying hello.
The two women stood facing each other,
like the Paru and the Champak tree.
They both smiled.
They realized that they had found in one another
what both had been looking for.
Priyanka had found the garden of her dreams.
And the lady, who indeed,
turned out to be Ruby, had finally found the person to bring her garden back to life.
After the introductions and some small talk, Ruby gestured for Priyanka to walk with her through
the gardens. They walked for a while along the river, their sandal-clad feet, caressed by the
fresh, dewy grass. It felt like everything in this garden was untouched and wild in that beautiful
way that only untamed nature can be. And Priyanga realized how Ruby's family must have loved the local
flora deeply to plant such a garden. Even when untended, it showed off the best this region had to
offer. Ruby explained that while many families liked to show off their wealth by bringing in plants
from far and wide, her family had always wanted to plant what was local.
They grew what came naturally to the soil along the huli.
Priyanka felt moved by this, as she too had grown up along this river,
and had always loved best what grew easily and simply from the earth.
They reached one of the guise of the guise,
the ornamental flights of stone steps that led down to the river and sat down.
It was a beautiful, tranquil day.
A small sailboat came sailing down the river.
The skipper waved at Priyanka and Ruby gleefully,
happy to see someone sitting in the once abandoned gardens of the Dawn Palace,
as they sat on the steps of the gut,
Priyanka asked Ruby to tell her a little more about this place and the people who built it.
And if Ruby cared to, to also tell her about why they had left the grounds untended for so long.
Ruby smiled and looked off into the distance.
Her eyes sparkled with a quiet joy and a hint of sweet nostalgia that can only be conjured up
By the best memories, the last time this Raj Bari was full of life and music.
Was 90 years ago, Ruby began as she closed her eyes.
I was only seven then.
She went on to tell Priyanka about her family, her friends,
and the many guests they would welcome to their home.
Together, they enjoyed the beautiful,
of the house, the gardens, and the many devotional temples that dotted the grounds.
Each night, Zandya Arti would be held at sundown, and everyone would be welcome to take part
in the ritual. Young or old, rich or poor. Zandya means dusk or twilight, and Artie is a sacred ritual
which involves lighting oil lamps and candles,
waving the light about, to dispel darkness.
It is done to express reverence and gratitude,
and it is believed to invoke blessings from the heavens.
At dusk, the family and their friends would pass in processions through the gardens,
among the flowers and the temples,
and through the many rooms of the Rajbari,
waving their oil lamps and candles,
singing devotional hymns, and ringing bells.
More than a religious ritual,
it was a way of bringing people together,
of taking time in the day,
to just be with one another,
and give thanks.
Priyanka could hear the warmth and love in Ruby's voice,
and she thought how humble and grateful the family seemed,
despite their great wealth. Twice a year, Ruby's family would hold all-night festivals
where Jatra's would be performed throughout the celebrations. These were riveting plays
that lasted from nightfall until sunrise. At dawn, the festivals would come to an end,
and all the guests would fall asleep wherever they wished. On silk,
cushions, in brocade chairs, on simple mats on the floors, or on the soft grass,
among the flowers. The house and its gardens were at their most beautiful in the dawn light.
This is why everyone called the estate, the dawn palace. Its mere presence seemed to celebrate the
morning light. This used to be a place of music.
and laughter, said Ruby.
Priyanka wondered what had happened then,
why the family had left.
Ruby said nothing,
but invited her to follow along.
The two of them finally headed toward the manor
at the heart of the gardens,
and as they walked along a flower-strewn path,
Priyanka heard once more
that half-whisper, half-sigh,
coming from the Parul and the Champak tree on the river's edge.
It was the only sound that could be heard throughout the vast estate,
except for the women's gentle footsteps along the winding path,
entering the Rajbari.
They were met with a dream-like sight.
The floors and walls made of polished shiny stone were white,
as if they had been washed with pure milk.
Then they reached the central atrium of the manor.
At the heart of this open-air courtyard were many majestic stone statues of elephants and horses.
Their backs were draped in the finest woven silks, and tassels hung with jewels.
Priyanka noticed that they were carved with as many delicate details as the stone.
sentinels she had seen the main gate. It must have been a fine stone mason, she thought,
who carved these lifelike figures. Even though it was quiet all around, the statues were so
wonderfully realistic that one could almost hear the trumpeting of the elephants and the playful
neighing of the horses. Priyanka and Ruby wandered on to the next room, which must have been a
ballroom at one time. It was softly lit by the sparkling light of innumerable oil lamps,
mounted in wall niches. The walls were lined with what must have been real jewels,
emeralds, rubies and rosy pink diamonds. And there were sapphires of different colors,
cornflower, teal, ice blue, and even the rare paparacha sapphire, which was a light amber color,
there were no stone carvings of animals in this room.
Instead, there were statues of many different people.
Royal guards, simple soldiers, gatekeepers,
humbly attired townspeople,
well-dressed ladies and debonair men.
It was all too wonderful,
but Priyanka could not make sense of it.
Ruby walked by her side in silence.
showing her from room to room.
The beauty of the Rojbari was overwhelming.
Priyanka thought how generous Ruby's family must have been
to have invited everyone to take part in the splendor of their estate.
Without a word, Ruby led Priyanka back out to the garden, down by the river.
In the pleasant shade of the Parol and Champak tree, the two women sat down.
Ruby looked into the distance, as if choosing her next words with great care,
I'm now going to tell you the final part of the story, she finally said, after moments of deep
reflection. And then Ruby shared the story of how the Dawn Palace came to be abandoned for 90 long
years. One night, the family was celebrating a festival, an envious neighbor looked on from the other side
the river, even though his wealth was far greater and his estate many times vaster, he envied the
music and laughter that always came from the Rojbari on the opposite riverbank. And he did not
take kindly to the diverse guests that mingled freely. Being skilled in the dark arts,
he decided to cast a spell for everyone at the festival within the,
the grounds of the Rojbari to turn to stone and sleep forever. But the spirit granting the spell
demanded that there be a way of reversing it, since no darkness can exist without its counterpoint,
light. The envious neighbour thought long and hard. Finally, he decided to provide a reversal to the
spell, which he thought would be impossible to fulfil. The only one of the spell, the only one
way to awaken the guests at the party was for someone to come to the Rojbari and feel no envy,
not even a slightest pang of wanting what the family had in its possession. It could never be an heir
to the estate, since they would obviously not envy what was rightfully theirs. It would have to be
a stranger. The neighbour was so certain that such a thing was impossible,
that he set these requirements for the reversal of his malicious spell.
When the spirit granting his wish asked how to test if a person harboured no envy,
the neighbour said this.
Only the one who has no envy in their heart
will be able to pick a blossom from the parole and champak trees.
They had stood tall by the river for many, many years,
exuding nothing but goodness and joy.
Ruby had been at the festival, but she escaped the spell.
At the time it was cast,
she had ventured outside the main entrance,
looking for one of her kittens that had wandered off.
Had she been on the grounds,
the same fate would have befallen her too.
But this blessing had been a burden,
For many years, she had sought a way to bring everyone back.
It took her a long time to learn of the spell, to discover who had cast it, and how to undo it.
Here, Ruby stopped talking, and with a smile, she looked knowingly at Priyanka.
She motioned with her head for Priyanka to try and reach for the blossoms in the branches of the trees above them.
For some reason, Priyanka dared not stretch out her hand.
Sensing her reticence, Ruby stood up and reached for one of the branches.
Instantly, the branches pulled away from her touch.
Priyanka stood up carefully, not knowing what to think or believe.
Go on, said Ruby. I believe in you.
With that, Priyanka carefully reached her hand toward the parole tree, and, with a gentle sigh, like a sigh of relief, it bent towards her, placing a lilac blossom in the palm of her hand.
With her other hand, she reached for the Champak tree, and it too, with the same gentle exhale of relief, bent down,
and placed a yellow magnolia in her palm.
Then, the silent garden surrounding the dawn palace
started to awaken little by little.
First, there was the sound of a bell ringing.
Then, a child's laughter was heard.
And by degrees, music and babbling chatter echoed out from the house.
The voices of young and old
joined in the merriment and celebration.
Suddenly, there came a voice from the veranda of the Rojbari.
Ruby, a woman called out.
It was one of the stone statues from the ballroom, come to life.
Ruby smiled and headed towards the woman on the veranda,
disappearing into the happy whirl of music and laughter.
The festival carried on into the night.
Celebration rang out in the gardens and the Rojbari like it had never been interrupted.
All around were sounds of joy and festivity.
But Priyanka felt tired and sleepy from the long day.
With slow, unhurried steps, she made her way back to the main gate,
where she had first arrived earlier that day.
It seemed like forever ago in that time.
moment. As she stepped out, a voice said to Priyanka, won't you stay for the celebration?
She looked over, and true enough, the stone sentinels were now dashing young men, standing guard at
the gate. She smiled at them kindly and said that while that would be a lovely idea, she'd had a
lot of excitement for one day and could not wait to go home and go to bed. A good long long,
night's sleep was exactly what Priyanka needed. The sentinels smiled and wished her good night.
As Priyanka walked on, towards her bicycle parked just up ahead, one of the sentinels called out
to her, do come back tomorrow. The garden needs you. Prianka nodded sleepily and waved at them,
promising to come back tomorrow and tend her new garden.
Back home, cosily tucked into bed.
The images of the day whirled in her head, the sumptuous rochbury, with its milk-white floors,
its jeweled walls, and its endless gardens full of flowers and trees, and all manner of exquisite
plants, some were as extraordinary as the lotus, and others as beautifully simple as a wildflower.
But more than anything, she thought of Ruby, and of the parole and the Champak tree.
She could almost hear them now, their gentle whispering sighs, lulling her to sleep.
One deep breath at a time, Priyanka felt herself immersed further and further into the world of sleep.
Many wonderful dreams awaited her, each one as enchanting and full of beauty as the stories she had heard.
