That trip to Agra

It was when I was a postgraduate students. Final Year. We went for that tour to Agra. Mangalore to Delhi. Delhi to Agra. It was an everything-you-arrange-by-yourself kind of a tour. We went to Delhi by train. From Delhi to Agra by bus. It was a one night journey to Agra.

We woke up as the bus stopped in Agra,early in the morning. Our luggage were at the back of the bus. Everyone was getting their bags. I was waiting for my turn. And, oh my god, my bag was not there. My bag was gone. Somebody picked my bag. I didn't know what to do. We did not want to file a police complaint as it would mean being held up in Agra for another day. It was so cold there. And there I was, without my bag, without extra cloths, wondering what to do. I decided to drop it and leave it alone. Let me not spoil the mood of my friends. So I dropped it.

Agra, that's what. We went to Tajmahal. The symbol of love. We went around Taj Mahal. White wonder. So peaceful. I didn't like any of the monuments in Delhi. But Tajmahal has some strange power to draw you. It makes you calm. It looks so good. Three of us, me Udupa and Sunil. We were the company. We let the girls and others be on their own. We walked up and down Tajmahal god knows how many times. And then, when no body was looking we just laid down on the marbles of Tajmahal and slept. We slept so long. It was so cool. And I woke up as somebody was tapping on my shoulder with a stick. It was the security. He woke us up. Scolded us for sleeping their. It seems you are not supposed to sleep there. But we did. That's why I still like Tajmahal