The experience at Taj is something which changes every time you go. Delhi is like my second-home and I have gone there too many times to remember. This year me and my Dad left my mom with our relatives to venture out to see the Taj Mahal on 1st January 2014. It was New Years Day and I could not think of a better way to start this year. I went there for the first time when I was 8 years old and have returned twice since. I was so small in stature the first time, the vast monument seemed to engulf and protect me with its majesty, just like an old powerful grandfather. This time, I was considerably older. However,  I found that the Taj seemed to have grown older with me. I showed me the different colors and qualities it had inbuilt in itself by meeting so many people through its time. I looked at the beautiful minarets and details on its walls which had seen so much. As the sun began to set I felt that it was not the Taj that had grown old but that I myself had grown up. I believed that the Taj could never grow old, it could only show me as many colors as i wanted from it.

The experience at Taj is something which changes every time you go. Delhi is like my second-home and I have gone there too many times to remember. This year me and my Dad left my mom with our relatives to venture out to see the Taj Mahal on 1st January 2014. It was New Years Day and I could not think of a better way to start this year. I went there for the first time when I was 8 years old and have returned twice since. I was so small in stature the first time, the vast monument seemed to engulf and protect me with its majesty, just like an old powerful grandfather. This time, I was considerably older. However,  I found that the Taj seemed to have grown older with me. I showed me the different colors and qualities it had inbuilt in itself by meeting so many people through its time. I looked at the beautiful minarets and details on its walls which had seen so much. As the sun began to set I felt that it was not the Taj that had grown old but that I myself had grown up. I believed that the Taj could never grow old, it could only show me as many colors as i wanted from it.
By Teerna Bhattacharya chhuti_harry@yahoo.in

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The experience at Taj is something which changes every time you go. Delhi is like my second-home and I have gone there too many times to remember. This year me and my Dad left my mom with our relatives to venture out to see the Taj Mahal on 1st...