My heart was all of a flutter. The weekly tests had ended and we had decided to go to Agra for two days and visit the exquisite monument, also one of the Seven Wonders of the World. I was just beginning to pack the essential items and travel bags, when the disheartening news came; we weren’t going. I rebelled against this decision and was ticked off.
Several months later the plan was again mooted after much thinking and persuasion and there was a flurry to get things going. I was being very finicky about the car and the clothes and the early departure till I was told I could be left behind. I fell asleep unaware that I was miles away from home and when I woke up we had finally arrived.
We were sweaty, sticky and tired. But after freshening up and dumping our bags in the hotel room, we left so that we could catch a glimpse of the architectural wonder before evening. As we parked the car we saw it and immediately we forgot our tiredness and the long journey. Then we bought the tickets and admired the grandeur of the gardens and geometrical designs.
We were in front of the Taj Mahal! My parents and sister were engrossed in listening to the history of the famed monument, but my mind was elsewhere. I stared dreamily at this beautiful building taking in its grandeur and wonder with every breath.