Whenever I see a dome structure like this, I wonder how many people made it. I wonder how many hands sculpted its beauty. I wonder its purpose, it's beauty and its story that it so wishes to convey yet cannot because no one has the time to ask it. I wonder the details on it, how each line represents its own story and how each brick presents the story of those who made it. Those who used to live hundreds of years ago. The progression of time is such that it takes away everyone with it.
Yet here it stands, defying time. It's ironical, that it is supposed to represent the dead yet it continues to live. It represents darkness yet itself is beautiful. I wish to meet the one who ordered for it to get made and ask him "what is it that compelled you to get it made? Was it the true love for the gone or the extravagance of it all?". Such is the passage of time, It waits for none yet is felt by everyone.
Author: Ishaan Khandelwal
Photo by: Alen Keerth
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