Myriad shapes are formed as you look at the shadows that things impart on the ground. Gazing beyond the numerous cars parked in neat rows, I pondered over my future pursuits. Slowly the far held gaze narrowed down to my jhola, my beloved carry bag, which had this monument hand painted on it. For a hundred and fifty rupees, it was the best of the lot painted by a Bengali craftsman. The fort reminded me of the Mughals who invaded India and brought in their flowery curves into our legacy architecture, art and life. While the Hindu fanatics still crib over Muslims not being a part of our great dynasty of Lord Rama and the Mahabharata, I am enthralled by Mughal history in India and its remnants. One of the greatest Wonders of the World has been presented to us by a Muslim emperor. Imagine if all these monuments were never built in India, these lands which look majestic with the shadows of these domes would have been hoarded by sky scrapers or heaps of filth. Well, I can't i