|Indian schoolteachers herd their students into the complex|
As soon as we entered the gate, my eyes were automatically drawn towards the enormous structure meters away from where I was standing. I am seeing Taj Mahal. Yes, it is there. A stark white and magnanimous in its being.
That moment of finally laying my eyes on her were as momentous as my birthday. I was sure I was having a vision of apparition, an almost divine experience. I have fallen in love with her at first sight. As I walked slowly towards her, enthralled, I found myself praying for a future love since as they say, a journey to India is a pilgrimage of love.
|If you are not barefooted, shoe covers are a must|
And this magnificent monument is the very essence of that love. Built for the memory of Mumtaz Mahal, the beloved wife of the late emperor Shan Jahan, Taj Mahal is the supreme manifestation of the love a man could offer his other half. I suddenly found myself dreaming if a man could love me as much. Oh, the hopeless romantic that I am.
|Magnificent. Wonderful. Amazing.
No words could capture the very essence of this experience.
Spending three hours inside the complex was worth it. The photo-enthusiast in me enjoyed taking in her moments, in different angles and settings. Pictures merely capture her physical being. But one has got to lay her eyes on her to truly appreciate her meaning. It definitely brought a set of whirling emotions inside me.