fatehpur sikri

land of quiet red sandstone palaces roasting in the sun, a mughal king’s harem castle, abandoned hundreds of years ago when the water ran out.

land of hungry touts, buzzing around me like mosquitoes – madam do you need a guide, madam what country, madam this way i’ll give you a good price, madam why are you angry i am not a guide but can you visit my shop.

land of mosques and mausoleums where childless women come to tie a ribbon around delicately carved marble screens in hopes a child will come.  i have to admit i tied my own ribbon for the future.  i seem to be growing superstitious in my old age.

back in agra before my overnight train to varanasi, i watched kite fights in a sunset sky with the taj mahal as a backdrop.  magical.

~ by aliciawolcott on August 7, 2010.

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