#77 … when you relate yourself to monuments of love.

This time we were covering the Delhi belt as a part of our annual summer trip. We were in total 25 of us, some friends, some relatives. TajMahal no doubt is spectacular, but the way Rashmi related to it set me thinking. Our parents had allowed us, the youngsters, to be by ourselves and meet at the gate in an hour. Rashmi simply couldn’t take her eyes off it. We were only objectively praising the structure, but she was connecting to it in a way none of us could. As she touched the curves and arches, she felt something within her. I was really astonished at the way she was describing her experience. She then mumbled, “I wish Vachan loves me with the same intensity.” I looked at her. She was still lost in her thoughts, not realizing her thoughts were being heard. I decided to leave her by herself and find something I could relate to.