Agra

I lived in Agra for 6 years. I spent my adolescent years there. I visited Agra in 2008 after abandoning it some 12 years ago. If you know me even slightly, you know my Agra stories. The british manson I grew up in. The school hooligan I was. The streets of sadar and bundukatra. After I spent 4 hours in the scorching heat, I could not fathom how I had spent 6 years of my life there, having such a great time and collecting such stories, which many of you have heard. I realized how I had forgotten to have that much fun.

I went to Agra with a lot of expectations. Agra for me meant Anger, Love, Abandonment, Loneliness. Spending hours on the rooftop reading Shakespear. Agra was about awakening. Starting to become who I am. Agra was about the Babre masjid riots. About how much I hated the Taj because someone or the other will visit us every month to see it. It was about sleeping on the couch in the hall.

While in Agra I thought a lot, I thought about taking action. About how life is short, about how not too long ago I was cycling right there, about how I almost fell into the yamuna from the Taj.

Agra said to me, you're 27 years old and you’ve spent so much of your time waiting for god knows what. Where is the boy I remember you to be? Agra gave me merciless heat. Agra threw me out. It showed me that this is all there is and I’m going to try to live my life like that. I should go for it now.