Gemotions

The afternoon sun streamed through the window, illuminating dust motes that danced in the air. Sarah carefully unfolded the list, her mother's handwriting a familiar comfort. “Visit the Taj Mahal.” The words shimmered before her eyes. The Taj Mahal, a monument to eternal love. Sarah’s breath hitched. She imagined herself walking those hallowed grounds, experiencing the same awe her mother must have felt. She started browsing travel blogs, comparing flight prices, her heart hammering with excitement. She couldn't shake the feeling that she had to go, immediately.