The mind the arithmetic the meticulous planning and programming went in this saga transforming thoughts into reality the rocks craftsmanship those loyal craftsmen the magicians enduring tremendous hard work with like depicting a painting narrating soulful love on a piece of paper, the different angles are just but perfecto no compromise the drainage system is just perfect, and the Yamuna then it might be a huge river but now it’s just in the form of a filthy drain transporting all industrial affluent and wastes I wonder if Shahjhan would have known this then he would have for sure thought a second time but then that’s life the thought of gleaming full moon night flew me into a scary, mystic state what if a women clad in white silvery gown with a long veil walks on the pavement gave me goose bumps, hither and thither there were pigeons to thoughts dominated my mind if I was a pigeon perching on those walls and I wonder if there’s rebirth and all as narrated in Indian mythology what if a pair could be those two love birds still in their property keeping a vigilant eye and laughing at our ignorance and stupidity of ruining all the natural bounties we had each day may be both of them are again enjoin love life in meticulous disguise clouded by all these thoughts…
to be continued…