Art. (Monday Moments #62)

          The Taj Mahal stood tall, beautiful and white. It is India's most eloquent and wondrous monument. At the entry itself, people get lost in its magic. Everything about it is amazing; marble look, architecture, gardens, water streams, carvings. Just everything gives it this majestic look and brings out its power in a delicate fashion. Many people visit this wonder of the world. Everyone even looks at it differently. It's a feast for artists. Among the visitors, there were many artists. One man was using his DSLR camera to shoot photographs. He spoke about its beauty through his photography. Another man was just sitting and looking at the Taj. He looked at it for inspiration for his poems. It gave him an out-of-the-world feeling to achieve his dreams. There was a woman who was intrigued by the design and carvings of the mausoleum. She was lost in the perfection of its architecture. Another girl was sketching. It felt impossible to put it entirely into a sketch but she knew it had to be a perfect sketch of a perfect monument. All the artists had their own way of describing the Taj. But the moment they when they viewed it was similar. It was a moment of appreciating art of the Taj with the art they had in their own selves.

(‘Monday Moments’ is a blog series wherein I write about an incident or a moment in a short paragraph. It’s not a story, but just a short description to express and explore the most common joys and also the uncommon miseries.)