I'm in awe of what's in front of me. And it is not its majestic architectural beauty that astounds me. Taj Mahal is an elegy and an ode to love. In 1631, Emperor Shahajehan lost his wife while giving birth to their 14th child. Usually bad things should dissolve into the sky the minute they exist but Shahajehan lost the charm to live. It was then when he decided to built a mausoleum for his beloved which the world would remember. I will remember.
Every time I keep staring at the carved arches and the floral designs, I feel grateful that I am part of this serene and pure oasis. Taj Mahal is an indestructible beacon to eternal beauty and a reminder that bonafide love is not a myth.
It is real and it is right in front of me.