Dreams in marble

Oh it’s not the Taj Mahal. It’s closed today. I went to another place, the name of which is hopeless to remember, where the marble work is said to be even more exquisite. It’s also a tomb. Quiet and serene place, with a bit of a park around, overlooking what’s left of the Yamuna river in this hot season.

I’m feeling very lonely, and every day I have less and less of an idea what to do with all this life. I thought, I really hoped it might get better as time goes by. How stupid of me.

If I die (when I die!), I don’t really insist on a marble tomb. But it would be nice to be remembered. But how can I hope to be remembered, given that I’m so forgotten even while I’m still alive?













I love the architecture, of course. I always like pretty things. Marble! Shiny! Colours! Floral! –  Always the superficial girl.

By the way, whoever says marble is cool most definitely didn’t have to walk on it barefoot in the scorching sun.

Soon off to see more marble.



Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s