A short train ride from Delhi took us to the city of Agra. The narrow lanes were filled with tuk-tuk's, half naked children, turbanned men, shopkeeps and lots of cow. Could we handle the road again after our comfy life with the Grover's? As our hotel owner led us to the rooftop for our first glimpse of the Taj Mahal that question was quickly answered.
The next dawn, Jeff and I walked through a huge gate, across pale blue pools and stood in front of the truest testament of love. Creamy white, perfectly balanced, perfectly exquisite, the Taj lives up to its legend.
In 1631, Shah Jahan, a heart broken emperor, built the Taj Mahal to honor his second wife, who died giving birth to their 14th child. After it's completion, the Emperor gouged out the eyes of his architect so that he could never build anything more beautiful. Eight years later the Emperor was overthrown by his son Aurangzeb and spent the last years of his life gazing at the Taj from his cell window in the Red Fort. How's that for karma?
How amazing is that!! Wow, Could you just send me a ticket? I want to play.... Dad "W"
Posted by: Dad W | March 10, 2009 at 09:11 AM