The press of the throng was tremendous, all heading for the same destination. Babies wailed; the heat was stifling. I continued to push my way through. At one point I thought I would collapse from the excitement! At last I rounded the corner of the Taj Gate. As we stepped through, a sudden quiet came over the unruly crowd and a gasp was heard from several directions. A calm descended upon us; our footsteps halted momentarily as we gazed forth at the magnificent structure. 

Visiting the Taj is like peering into a timescape. Here, words fail in their ability to describe the majesty of such beauty. I record these words while walking the grounds, more to remind myself of my own earthliness than to describe what I see. What cannot be described is the sense of order that I feel, an almost transcendental awareness of calm. I sit, Buddha style, on the marble steps by the fountain. Restful arches shelter me from the sun. I marvel at the grandeur: How can one ever leave such beauty? 

The Taj. 

Truly, a place to remember!