A few days back, I visited the city that holds one of the wonders of the world, the city of Taj Mahal; Agra, India!
There's nothing more I can say about this man made wonder that was not said earlier.
With all due respect, I was not as spellbound as I imagined or may be I had expected something unrealistic (I do that).
But nonetheless, it is a magnificent white structure, and the authorities are doing everything to retain its grandeur. It photographs well (my primary motive) and now I can say that I have seen one of the wonders of the world (tick on my check list).
After a tiresome photoshoot at the Taj, I went to Agra Fort. And I loved it.
I have a special fascination with forts and Agra Fort was not an exception to that obsession.
Standing in front of ShahJahan's prison cell, I was actually feeling bad for the sultan whom I otherwise loath for his cruelty towards the craftsmen who built Taj Mahal.
The particular sentiment was due to the view, it is said that he used to watch the Taj where his beloved wife is burried and the Taj in a full moon night with the river Yamuna flowing beside it, used to give a amorously melancholic feeling.
I don't know how long I was standing there, inhaling that view!
While I had my share of adventure in Delhi, Agra was not ready to bid me goodbye without a piece of its own!
I was siting in a beautiful darbar, most probably it was Diwan-e-aam. Exhausted by the day's trip, I was thinking of heading towards the bus depot to go back to Delhi. I leaned in on one of the pillars, and the crowd was thinning. The proverb "morning shows the day" once again was about to be proven wrong. The sky was overwhelmed by grey clouds. The nice breeze now was transforming into stormy winds. Within a few seconds lightning begun accompanied by thunder. I love this kind of weather, the moments that lead up to the rainfall, when the winds carry the smell of the approaching rain!
While I was enjoying my absolutely perfect moment, suddenly lightening struck right outside the gallery, and right in front of me on a heap of bricks and clay. Before I could understand anything, I was blinded by the light of it and deafened by the roar of thunder. No man or woman was hurt luckily. After passing a few seconds, I realized that one of the pegions got stuck under a brick while its friends flew away..
I came down the gallery and no sooner I removed the piece of brick than it flew away, in pain, nonetheless it was free..
With camera on my shoulder, I realized that I failed to capture the most astoundingly shocking and beautiful moment of that day, and that those can only be described in words.
Next time you visit there, and if you happen to see a bird with sore wing, say hi to it from me!
#StayBlessed
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