The Story of the Invisible Taj Mahal

Today, I was having a few exchanges with my family about Shah Jahan and the Mughal era which reminded me of a historic moment in my life.

 This historic event makes me go back to the year 2003, when I was in a long-distance relationship with a guy. We were studying in different states in India.

 Neither of us had money of our own like most college students. However, one time he visited me and  gifted me a limestone Taj Mahal! I felt on top of the world – like I was Shah Jahan’s gorgeous Mumtaz Mahal after all!💑

Life continued as usual with college classes and stuff. Back then, I wasn’t very disciplined with cleaning things. One day, I realized the Taj Mahal  décor on my table which had once been a shining white turn into a faded grey with a thick layer of dust! However, I had to rush to college, so took a shortcut to cleaning the lovely gift that was the strong foundation of our love. What could be more powerful a cleansing agent than immersing the Taj Mahal in a bucket full of water? Once I returned from college, I would dry it and my gift would shine and sparkle again!

 In the evening, after college, I came back to my room.  There it was, my clean, sparkling emblem of eternal love – oh no! Where was it? Had someone stolen it? Why did I see a bucketful of white water?🥛

 

The limestone Taj Mahal had dissolved in the water! It was gone! The foundation of our love had disappeared into thin air!😭

(No clues for guessing – The person who gifted me the invisible Taj Mahal is my husband for 17 years - Love is 'sublime' after all!)💞