Upon embarking on our lil’ trip to India I had been looking forward to many things, not completely including the Taj Mahal. I thought it might be an interesting story to tell or a neat profile picture, but I wasn’t convinced it would have much impact – I mean, come on, it’s an old tomb, right? Well… WRONG.
The Taj was absolutely phenomenal. It was awe-inspiring. Though it can’t be seen or felt through the picture, here is what we saw at sunrise.
The Taj was so beautiful and flawless that it seemed as though someone had carefully affixed a giant painting to the horizon. It looked almost fake, changing colors by the minute, each more vibrant than the last.
Maybe this seemed surreal because we had seen many palaces and forts that were built for war and power, while this was a triumph of love. The distinct feeling that eminated from the monument was almost palitable. Was it the love? Was it the amount of time and energy spent hand crafting an entire building by hand? It’s hard to say. I’d guess it means something different to everyone. I got a feeling of extreme wonder and inspiration. My thoughts were clear, my mind uncluttered. If only for a second I could think of everything, nothing and feel tranquility.
Then suddenly, it was time to leave. I didn’t want to go. I could have stared at the building all day – but I guess it gives me an excuse to go back…