Whilst visiting a particular art exhibit on Saturday, a flood of feelings for the beauty of a time long ago and laughter.
The Taj Mahal does not need an introduction, and obviously if one lives in India and happens to find oneself in Agra, there you will be…in awe and admiration and wonder…..
Unless one is seven and one’s sister is five…..then it is one more ‘ancient ruin’ to hear the entire history of, and in actual fact, the squirrels running around the trees in the garden out front are much more interesting……
Except of course, for the fact that to meander the Taj, one must not only take one’s shoes off, but don little white muslin slipper socks, that one can scoot and slide on the marble floors in.
My mother’s passion being art history, and she, a true scholar, was entralled, enraptured, immersed in the tales and tellings of our tour guide, hence the perfect opportunity for my sister and me to escape and play hide and seek with each other.
The climax of this story is that we did indeed hide so well, that we both got locked in the inner sanctum, down in the tomb area, where the bodies were. Locked, blocked and enclosed, and rather delighted with ourselves. The delight, unfortunately , did not carry over to the adults, and when we were finally discovered, it was not exactly a soft landing.
What more can one say? The Taj Mahal is indeed magical to me.