A beautiful poem by my niece Eden.
Taj The Beautiful
A gem in white
A gift of love,
It sits amidst clouds of fog.
One will stare, in awe,
Marveled by its beauty
Fascinated by the intricate patterns that are engraved in the precious stone.
A ray of light will appear from behind
As the orange morning star emerges
It sheds light on the truth,
The reason this artistry exists,
Making her death, seem the most beautiful part of life.
Making their love seem immortal,
Which it is.
The tomb, is a symbol of passion,
The structure’s excellence, powerful enough hold it, through anything,
But not as strong as the passion that created it.
So it stands,
Protected by the everlasting devotion,
It is the Taj Mahal.
“The traveler sees what he sees. The tourist sees what he has come to see.”
― G.K. Chesterton
Panaji – a photo story of charm & colour.
Interesting wall art from Goa…
Time spent by the sea is never wasted…
The old well in our ancestral home.
Tucked away in a small village.
The waters reflect a bygone era.
When life was far more simple.
People less complicated.
As life in the village is wont.
Horn-OK-Please or its variant- can be found brightly painted behind most trucks & lorries across India.
A distinct part of our vehicle culture.
At the Attakkalari festival last month, I got to watch the brilliant ‘Manganiyar Seduction’…it was an absolutely mind-blowing musical performance…like I had never seen or imagined.
The long traffic jams we endured en route to the venue were worth it!
The troupe hails from the state of Rajasthan in India & have dazzled audiences around the world – if they perform in your city, don’t miss it!
I got to see this vintage safe.
Said to be about 100 years old.
With complex locks, some hidden in its grooves.
Sheer brilliance in craft & design.
Given the times when it was made.
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