i had visited the taj mahal when i was 11 and remembered it as a tall and pretty monument. but, as the years passed, i always wondered whether it was really that gorgeous or was it just the hype around it? when i pushed for a visit, i was worried in one quiet corner of my head… worried that my husband wouldn’t really think it … Continue reading taj mahal bathed in moonlight! or was it?
the taj mahal is a huge monument built for love. in a world that represents scant respect for the depth and gravity of that emotion; a world that has reduced loved to ‘days’ and ‘cards’ and ‘date nights’… it makes me stop, and think about shah jahan, and his wife mumtaz… i wonder about their undying love… what kind was it? was it intense and passionate? … Continue reading taj mahal: a symbol of undying love?
i think it was at 11. can’t remember anything before that. and this was the BIG trip! for 10 or 15 days we were out of our city. that was huge. i think we did go to nearby places, and every summer to chennai to stay with grandparents… but in those days middle class indians didn’t waste money on ‘site-seeing’ at non-native places. we plonked ourselves at our grandmothers, as all our other cousins did and it was this huge melee of people. of course that’s another story, for anything time and another place… and, middle class tams, definitely did not ‘travel’ and importantly, stay at a hotel!! there were other more ‘educational’ things to be done! right?
merry to go around 