Overwhelmed suddenly felt few warm droplets rolling down my cheeks I literally could feel some presence as by then I was down into their final resting place close to their tombs a heaviness and a icy calm feeling grabbed me around choking my throat but by the time I could even realize what’s happening to me a solid push came from the crowd so I had to move few steps forward bidding my final goodbye kiss heavy heartedly promising myself to come back infinite times but another gloomy aspect provokes as we Indians have to think and work really towards saving these breathtaking beauty all the government departments need to justify their salary taking intensive steps as people touching with sweaty hands leaning in then sitting and lying down on to it as if it’s just the balcony or the bricked verandah of their own shelter but I treaded o well everyone should with great dignity and soulful respect just thinking and imagining what if Nurjhan has placed her feet even once where am standing now hugging n smooching the walls innumerable times wondering this activity between me and my Taj is virgin & no soul has done it before not even the proprietors of this majestic monument heavy heartedly I departed with gritty determination more strong and determined to come back at the earliest and visualize this epitome soulfully may it be sunrise, sunset or moonlit night ,as I have also visited Burhanpur where Taj was supposed to be built before the first phase of Nurjhans resting places was in Burhanpur later it has been brought to Agra and here is the unforgettable saga murmuring its own melodious enchanted mystical tune of love and the ultimate death.
