We were standing at one of the most beautiful spots in the world yesterday, the grand gate to the Taj Mahal, through which was perfectly framed the gorgeous mausoleum itself. Construction began in 1631 just shortly after the death of empress Mumtaz Mahal, the beloved wife of Mughal emperor Shah Jahan, as she was giving birth to their fourteenth child. Grief-stricken, the emperor was determined to build a fitting memorial to his wife. He somehow managed to build one of the seven wonders of the world.
Our Mercer group was there with about 30 children from the Ahmadi School for the Visually Challenged so that, as Principal Firdaus Rahman put it, they could see the Taj through our eyes.
Kaif was standing beside me. He is a big strapping and handsome young man who recently had surgery to partially repair one eye. Earlier, on our walk from the parking lot, I had asked him if he could see well out of that one eye. "Sir, I see better than before," he said optimistically and he went on to speak of his hope that one day he would be able to see out of both eyes.
I turned my gaze again toward the Taj but I noticed that Kaif kept his eyes fixed on me. Without ever looking at the mausoleum at all, he said with excitement and joy, "Isn't the Taj beautiful, sir?"
"Oh, yes, it is beautiful, Kaif!" I responded.
And then I remembered that he was supposed to be seeing it through my eyes and not me through his . . . .