Depicting the Taj
A friend bought a used copy of Raghu Rai's Taj to gift her mentor, she said it was too expensive 10 years ago in Bombay. I expected to see white tourists, India's ultimate proof of quality tourist destinations (oh yes we're racist). There wasn't a single white face, reminding me of the time I went to Agra with assorted extended family in middle school- the Taj was the great brown people's tourist destination. Rai's book had wonderful pictures- giggly old women in plain dark saris and silver anklets with grandkids, a family spreading tiffin on the white marble at lunchtime, the boundary of the Taj where red sandstone turns into white marble, and scenes from around the taj- miniature taj sellers at dusk, the Yamuna cremation grounds behind the Taj,and Id namaaz at the taj.... a veritable feast.