The Taj Mahal

Whatever has been written about this monument is all trash! The monument is actually beggaring description. Nothing in the world can even come close to describing its beauty and magnificence. The Taj Mahal deserves every bit of fame that it has as one of the 7 wonders of the world.

I had seen the Taj Mahal after my board exams. After the stress I underwent for 3 months for the exams I wanted a break so we all drove down to Agra to see the Taj and Fatehpur Sikhri. It was slightly chilly and the drive from Delhi down was pleasant. My first of the Taj sent chills down my spine because of its sheer splendor and we came closer I couldn’t wait to capture it in my eyes. The way to the Taj doesn’t really seem like its leading to a monument of that grandeur but all said and done who pays attention to it! All eyes are set on the colossal entrance of the monument from where you start experiencing Taj. The doorway is massive and leads into a beautiful badi or garden. The centre of the garden is full of fountains and exotic plants around it. In all that beauty all on can see it the pristine white monument in the background that zooms into your face as you walk closer towards it. All I remember is the awesome architecture and outstanding work on the walls of the monument that left me speechless. I kept looking at the walls spellbound and the surroundings faded out of my mind gradually. All I could hear was sufi music from the history that my mind was hallucinating about. Platonic love all around is all that you can sense in this monument. We took off our shoes before entering the monument and I could feel the cold marble under my feet that kind of calmed my nerves as I walked towards the main part of the Taj Mahal which is the maqbara. Both emperor Shahjahan and Mumtaz are supposedly buried there. As I stood against the maqbara I felt immense love infused in me. A feeling that I still don’t know how to describe or explain. All I felt was peace and solitude and the few moments seemed like eternity. I wish I was in love then to have shared the overwhelming experience with my beloved. Just above the maqbara is the infamous tiny whole on the top that trickles water on the hypothetical Shiv-ling underneath. I could not see it though but yes there was a grill between the maqbara from where you could see something under it.

I roamed the corridors and the premises lost in trance and feeling how it must have been to be in so much love to have built this beautiful piece of architecture. As people took pictures of the Taj in various funny poses I looked in amazement thinking pictures can not even half express how beautiful this monument is? I sat down to fill it in my eyes and take it back as a personal picture which only I can recapture when I want. The Taj is truly a symbol of love and something that will stand as the symbol of India forever.