"Beauty In Concrete" by Sanjeev Nanda

One of my trips to the beautiful Taj Mahal was one without any guide, but with a set of my most favorite, most annoying people in the world - my parents! Their tag-along was a product of them visiting the capital, New Delhi, when I was working as a contractual temp for 6 whole months. This time however, I was taken aback how interested my parents were in the trip, and how interested I was not - which almost never happens. But this time I was blase, because I had been to the Taj Mahal not long ago. I was merely an observer - but therein lied the juice of my trip - I was fascinated by the visitors of this beautiful location, enjoying the sights, in their own wonderful way. I was meta - an observer observing the observers. It was truly breathtaking - to see so many people flock at the marble altar - celebrating a vision of love, set centuries removed.