Much clichéd, yet much true...Wah Taj!

Tripoto
26th Mar 2016
Photo of Much clichéd, yet much true...Wah Taj! by Swa-T
Photo of Much clichéd, yet much true...Wah Taj! by Swa-T
Photo of Much clichéd, yet much true...Wah Taj! by Swa-T
Photo of Much clichéd, yet much true...Wah Taj! by Swa-T
Photo of Much clichéd, yet much true...Wah Taj! by Swa-T
Photo of Much clichéd, yet much true...Wah Taj! by Swa-T
Photo of Much clichéd, yet much true...Wah Taj! by Swa-T
Photo of Much clichéd, yet much true...Wah Taj! by Swa-T
Photo of Much clichéd, yet much true...Wah Taj! by Swa-T
Photo of Much clichéd, yet much true...Wah Taj! by Swa-T
Photo of Much clichéd, yet much true...Wah Taj! by Swa-T
Photo of Much clichéd, yet much true...Wah Taj! by Swa-T
Photo of Much clichéd, yet much true...Wah Taj! by Swa-T
Photo of Much clichéd, yet much true...Wah Taj! by Swa-T
Photo of Much clichéd, yet much true...Wah Taj! by Swa-T
Photo of Much clichéd, yet much true...Wah Taj! by Swa-T
Photo of Much clichéd, yet much true...Wah Taj! by Swa-T
Photo of Much clichéd, yet much true...Wah Taj! by Swa-T
Photo of Much clichéd, yet much true...Wah Taj! by Swa-T
Photo of Much clichéd, yet much true...Wah Taj! by Swa-T
Photo of Much clichéd, yet much true...Wah Taj! by Swa-T
Photo of Much clichéd, yet much true...Wah Taj! by Swa-T
Photo of Much clichéd, yet much true...Wah Taj! by Swa-T
Photo of Much clichéd, yet much true...Wah Taj! by Swa-T

The piercing sun, hot air winds, sweat rolling down. A struggle through the long queue to the ticket counter and a frequent hit-and-miss through an excited Saturday noon lot, Taj Mahal suddenly opened itself up to us, standing tall in all its majesty.

We, our little girlie group of 3, started from Delhi at around 7 in the morning and a contouring drive through the expressway, along with blazing sun to the pouring rain, got us to the Taj about three hours later. A kind tour guide took us around with an interesting narration of how, when and what made the Taj, the Taj, of then and now. The beauty of Taj Mahal grew upon us with each step closer. The sharp rays throwing itself back through crafted blue waters, lent a silver sheen glorifying the Taj further. Burning feet got us inside to experience the beautifully painted and archived walls, the replicated final resting places of the Queen, symmetrically placed, and that of her beloved King. River Yamuna flowing in the backyard, manicured gardens spread across the other three sides, and adjacent tree laden paths filled up our eyes and mind with a beauty to be held forever.  

A little tired, a little hungry and a little later, we straight dived into the pool, soon after checking into our hotel. Cosy nap, followed with a heavy dinner and chat by the pool, got us up early for a sumptuous spread of breakfast and a dive again. The Monday seemed a less of a Monday. 

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