Breakfast Was Cold. The Taj Mahal Wasn't

I thought eating breakfast with a view of the Taj Mahal would feel cinematic. Instead, I sat on a plastic chair, picking at eggs gone rubbery, watching the marble dome blur behind a fogged-up window. Everyone else was taking photos. I just kept staring, waiting for some kind of awe to hit. It didn’t. I felt like an extra in someone else’s postcard—hungry, tired, and weirdly invisible. The truth: sometimes the view is perfect, but you’re not. Sometimes you travel halfway across the world and realize you’re still you, just with a better backdrop. #Travel #TravelExpectationVsReality #NotEveryMomentMagic