Being Indian, from Northern India and nearing the end of 3 decades of living on this planet it was a sad realisation that I hadn’t made the effort to see a timeless symbol of love that has broken boundaries and epitomises beauty. It was discomforting to realise that I had taken for granted what belonged to me which made me realise that I had not paid my due respects to the one monument that actually is a part of my identity.
With a plan to achieve before I got 30, I added on board one of my favourite aunts and her two adorable sons.Our drive from Delhi started around 8 am.With just one break for a good breakfast of aloo parathas and tea we reached Agra at around 1:15 pm.We lost our way initially due to lack of proper signs which surprised me considering I know what a favourite tourist spot we were heading to.
On reaching our destination and spending almost 20 minutes in the queue to gain entry this is what I first laid eyes on as I entered through the gates to see the Taj Mahal.
I wish I can write down in words how I felt as I entered the gates with so many people around me hailing from different countries, culture and backgrounds.All marvelling at this symbol of love and purity.
But I can’t.
For those who haven’t experienced it’s glory I would highly recommend a trip and for those who have you know exactly what I am talking about.