A Child at The Taj

There stood the monument, poetry carved out in marble and emitting mesmerising music when twilight hues play on it. The shades at twilight bathing the white marble in its hues had such a sublime effect that one couldn’t help but stand gaping at the monument. 
The monument dedicated to memory of the emperor’s love for her queen has this quality of making people speechless as they stand in front of it. No wonder it is listed as one of the wonders of the world. 
The little girl however was not impressed! She had other things to occupy her attention; the child’s thoughts and ideas are never in sync with those of the adults. The monument that held her parents in awe simply failed to grab her attention or have any effect on her. 
Her mind was elsewhere; outside the gates of the monument where the ice-cream man sold ice-cream in conical biscuit cones, the coloured blobs of ice-cream sitting pretty on top of the cone and enticing the young girl. 
She had pleaded, thrown tantrums, cried in a bid to make her parents buy her an ice-cream cone but they had refused to indulge her till the visit to the monument got completed. 
In a huff, she had vehemently sworn that she would not look at the Taj mahal at all. It was no fun watching a monument when there were other good things, like an ice-cream, to satiate one’s palate on a sultry day.

Poetry etched in stone
Mesmerises the whole world….
A child unperturbed.

Copyright @ Goutam Dutta

What do you see # 71 – March 1st, 2021