Despite everything that has happened the past few days. Phone stolen, meeting the rudest people I have ever met in my life and wanting to scream every time I left my hotel room. Everyday in New Delhi felt like Wal mart on a Saturday in Flagstaff; heaps of people everywhere staring at you and feeling as though there is no end in sight. I felt like I was drowning in a swarm of people and no one could understand the words coming out of my mouth.
However if there is one thing I’m glad I made a stop in New Delhi for; in all it’s glory and loveliness, I was able to see the Taj Mahal on a day trip to Agra.
If there’s one thing I couldn’t be happier about that I have done for myself before entering the real world and all of its responsibilities (i.e. marriage, relationship, dog, bills, college loans, etc.) was going to the Taj Mahal by myself.
Maybe this is “older Amber” (I’m getting to that age) talking or the fact that I am finally able to face adulthood when I return to the states but I am so happy my trip lead me there.
Before this trip I never intended on going to India let alone find myself standing in front of the Taj Mahal. To be honest I had no idea where the Taj Mahal even was. All I had on my mind was Thailand and Nepal. My mission had indeed left me blinded in India.
After I did the typical tourist pictures, the clouds came waltzing in and it started to rain. I stood in the palace for half and hr waiting for the rain to stop. But I could’ve waited a hundred days for the skies to clear and stand and stare up at the ceiling of the articulate works that were painted just for Emperor Shah Jahan’s adoration for his third wife Mumtaz Mahal.
Once the rain stopped, the feeling of walking on the wet marble floor and to feel the cool puddles beneath my feet, cleansing them with each step was a feeling of gaze, a gaze to be somewhere beyond anywhere I imagined. Which indeed was definitely a delightful surprise.
♥Anoushka Shankar- Unsaid♥