Dheli and the Taji Mahal

We spent the night on the super night bus, me a little sleeping and a little dreaming, and a little sad as the indian adventure was going towards the end, and because that ment that Nico had to leave back to France.
I had a night of a lot of thoughts and alot of them were very very sweet, some melancholic, but mostly I felt very much in good company and happy.
The reason I say this is because everytime I am actually travelling from a place to another I have moments of deep insight, when I am on a bus, or on a train, or on a plane, I manage to detach myself from the current situation to see the whole of the story and thus I realize things.
So it happened on the road between Rishikesh and Dehli.

When we arrived in town it was 4 o'clock in the morning, an hour in which I really dont want to be left alone in the middle of Dehli. But of course I was not alone and Nico knew pretty good where we needed to go. So we checked in a Guest House where a boy welcomed us and changed the bed-sheets of our room. We slept all morning and went off for breakfast on the roof top of the next guest house, where I had the first vison of Dheli, from a roof top point of view.

As we promised to Jean Jacques we organized ourselves to go to Agra and see the Taji Mahal, both skeptical about the money we had to spend to see the grave.

The day after (but here my memory really dumps me, so it could be also 2 days after, in this case I have a blank space, please not to be filled in with with drugs and sex speculations, as I had been behaving -I would remember if not...;o) - so lets forget the blank space and get back to Agra) so the day after or the day after the day after we went to Agra.

Agra is known in India for the grave the maharaja made for his beloved wife, the Taji Mahal; and from indian people it is also known for the mental hospital that lies there. The biggest in India and now, after my visit I know why.
Got on the train very early in the morning, I was having a major headhache and could not enjoy the trip but we finally got there.
The Taj was immense big round and bloody white so white it was painfull to look at it. Quite impressive. I know I had been seing it on pictures since loooong time, but I was seduced by the proportions and the balance between the empy and the full and by its perfect presence.
I avoided to make the postcard picture of myself and the Taj on the background, u can find millions of them, but I chose a different perspective and took pictures of the side buildinds mostly ignored by photographers.
Well we had to take our shoes off and it was so hot on the bloody white marble outside the grave that I cooked my already afflicted heals.
When we got in- there was not much to see that was not on the outside too, the marvellous decorations for example and a number of semi precious stones fixed in the curved marble. A hell of a job.
Inside I had a very sweet picture in front of me: an old indian couple was holding hands!
I know it must sound poor compared to the emotion it gave me, but consider that for 3 months I had not seen a single couple, not one, of indian people actually dispensing love gestures. Indian love life stroke me instead for being dry and rigid, so repressed on the emotional and sexual level, that these two, old, indians hit me right away, and I was left dreamy. I pointed them to Nico who also took my hand, (thanx Nico, very sweet indeed) and so we got into what was nothing else then a humungus GRAVE.
Hemm...mmm...
I dont know why at this point the word 'marriage' is dancing in my head ... maybe because I said we got hand in hand into what was nothing else then a humungus grave?Yeah sounds pretty much like what people do when they marry no? Hemm..I am sorry but maybe because I am a daughter of divorced and unhappy parents I do not believe in such things, but well the paragone just jumped in my head so naturally that I had to record it. ..plus both head and hands are plugged in at the moment :o)
Ok sorry for the digression, to go back to the Taj, we went around the grave for 7 times concentrating on a vow we made, having something to do with love, of course, and art, of course.
For the curious we did not promise eachother eternal love or stuff like that, hold your hungry minds you wild dudes out there!
After we walked around the outside of the building one time (enough for our cooking feet) we left pretty fast, thinking, alright, a little relax and then back to Dehli.
Yeah.
Right.
What happend to us from that moment till the day after is beyond imbaraccement, its just ohh i cant find the words to describe.