Who wouldn’t be thrilled with Taj Mahal? Accounts from the past tell of stories about Taj artisans whose fingers were cut off, so that the beauty of the monument will not be replicated. Others say that Shah Jahan was set to build a duplicate of Taj Mahal in black marble for himself, to stand beside that of his beloved—but he was imprisoned by his son Aurangzeb, and spent his last days locked in a balcony gazing longingly at the Taj Mahal.
I admit I am slightly cynical about love, and I tend to shun affections that lean towards the maudlin and sentimental. My visit to Taj taught me to be more conciliatory—for if it weren’t for a maudlin and sentimental man, this enchanting vision of marble wouldn’t be standing in our midst.
God, I love the taste of India
Lingers on the tip of my tongue
Gotta love the sweet taste of India
Blame it on the beat of the drum.
It’s like your first taste love of vindaloo
That sets your heart on fire
And if you let her stuff get into you
It will be all that you desire.
Taste of India, Aerosmith
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