The Taj Mahal is a myth, a myth if the deathless beauty of the formless death that begets life eternal. This life is carved in the whiteness of milky marble of the Taj.
I, too, could not express my enchanted wonder when I caught the first fleeting glimpse of that world-famous historical building, —the Taj Mahal. When I first set my eyes on the Taj from the window of my speeding train, I was simply amazed and awed to see its majestic minars. Then when on the next day I actually stood in front of the Taj. I was wonder-struck and I stood speechless. My steadfast gaze feasted on the beauty of the marble-dream bathed in the bright beams of the young sun. After a long spell of reverie, I slowly traversed the garden- path to the tomb. The tomb stood on a big platform of white marble with magnificent minaret on each side. The main dome was hundred feet high. The mortal remains of Mumtaz and Shahjahan lay buried in the tomb. Architecturally every inch of the Taj is the creation of exquisite art. The walls are decorated with precious multicolored stones, — giving out a bright rainbow-like sheen.
But the Taj must be visited in the moonlight that enhances its beauty thousand times. Fortunately, it was the full-moon when I visited The Taj next time. The sublime experience beggars description. The moonlit Taj seemed to stand like a poet’s dream conic true. The Taj is beyond Time. She is great in her reality, she is greater in reminiscences.
I, too, could not express my enchanted wonder when I caught the first fleeting glimpse of that world-famous historical building, —the Taj Mahal. When I first set my eyes on the Taj from the window of my speeding train, I was simply amazed and awed to see its majestic minars. Then when on the next day I actually stood in front of the Taj. I was wonder-struck and I stood speechless. My steadfast gaze feasted on the beauty of the marble-dream bathed in the bright beams of the young sun. After a long spell of reverie, I slowly traversed the garden- path to the tomb. The tomb stood on a big platform of white marble with magnificent minaret on each side. The main dome was hundred feet high. The mortal remains of Mumtaz and Shahjahan lay buried in the tomb. Architecturally every inch of the Taj is the creation of exquisite art. The walls are decorated with precious multicolored stones, — giving out a bright rainbow-like sheen.
But the Taj must be visited in the moonlight that enhances its beauty thousand times. Fortunately, it was the full-moon when I visited The Taj next time. The sublime experience beggars description. The moonlit Taj seemed to stand like a poet’s dream conic true. The Taj is beyond Time. She is great in her reality, she is greater in reminiscences.
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