First glimpse of the Taj
The first time I saw Taj Mahal was when Agra was falling asleep to the sound of the evening call to prayer, echoing through the streets like a lullaby. I was sitting on the rooftop of a local restaurant; Taj Mahal was dominating the horizon, out of place amongst the strings of laundry hanging from the surrounding buildings. It was the time of the day when the sun casts long shadows and the words of conversation get lost in the street dust.
There are moments when foreign sunsets make us feel at home, and this was one of them. There I was, catching happiness between my fingers with each scoop of the steaming curry as the sun was changing the colour of Taj Mahal from white to soft pink. To the world, Taj Mahal is an exotic mystery, one of the world’s Seven Wonders, but to me, it will always be the familiar shadow on the evening sky, greeting me in India.