It was during a trip to India with her mother when she felt the magic of the city that inspired her later. The sun began its gentle descent, casting a golden hue over the iconic Taj Mahal, a monument to eternal love and loss. She remembers strolling through the well-kept gardens of the great Mughal empire, where the soft fragrance of jasmine filled the air. Later, as she wandered through the ancient streets of Agra, she marveled at the intricate carvings and tall domes that bore witness to a bygone era of grandeur and power. However, amid the bustling bazaars, filled with the sounds of vendors and the vibrant colors of textiles, there was a quiet reverence for the past. The contrast between the city’s rich heritage and the soft whispers of the Yamuna River reminded her that Agra was not just a place of history, but a living tribute to the power of emotion and artistry. There, time seemed to stand still, and despite the hustle and bustle, she felt a peace and inner calm that she carried with her forever.