Sometimes its the imperfections that reflect the true beauty of an object. The small chip, the subtle change of colour in a particular light, the worn handle, all give character and show a life lived. Perfection sometimes breeds sterility, a place where the senses are confused, so when one is faced with viewing the Taj Mahal, mixed messages are transmitted. One can see the perfection and be over awed by it all, but at the same time be a tad deflated by the uptopia.
Standing tall, the Taj Mahal is proof of the undying love Emperor Shah Jahah had for his wife, both in life and in death. This marble masterpiece of design which took 32 year to build is a shrine to the King's beloved and tomb to both.
Karl Pinklington surmised whether a cost can be put on love when he stated that "a normal bloke buys flowers when he has done something wrong ... can you imagine the shit that this guy must have done to build this".
To us, it was the Agra Fort that provided us with the wow factor. The fort was where the Emperor ruled and it is the place where both his wife and himself would die. It is a place that has character, imperfection and tells a story of power, love, betrayal and death.
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