It is said of him that it is the most extravagant human construction in the world made by love.
Long time ago in India, back in the 17th century, there was an emperor called Shah jahan. His favorite woman, Mumtaz Mahal, which, as far as can be understood, loved him very much, he died in the birth of his fourteenth son. The poor emperor, mad with sadness and love (they say his hair turned completely gray overnight) decided to build a palace in his honor. It is said that he got to gather up to about twenty thousand workers among which were the best architects of India and even some brought from far away Europe to build this fantastic mausoleum.
It is made of white marble. Perfectly symmetric It is on the banks of the river Yamuna, which does not see any other building behind it. The only thing that can be seen behind him is the blue of the sky, which for me is the highlight that makes it so beautiful.
In front of him there are gardens, and a kind of elongated lake where this great work is reflected offering that double image so majestic.
When sunset arrives, the reflections of the Sun produce a strange effect on the marble causing it to acquire different shades leaving anyone who is in the place, totally admired, absent, and amazed.
They say that the lunatic emperor decided to cut the thumbs of everyone who participated in the construction of the work to ensure that it was never repeated. If it really was, for me, despite disapproving of his methods, he achieved his purpose.
Never in life did I feel such a contrast as when I came to Agra, bustling city, and the world seemed to mute within a few seconds of entering the facilities where the Taj Mahal is located.
Without a doubt, place of honor for its unique beauty in My 7 wonders of the World.