An Ode to ‘A Tenant of the World’
Childhood… a myriad concoction of brewing emotions, boiling opinions and expressions seeking wings. You’d know what I am talking about, if you’ve been a single child, yet voraciously independent, detesting the usual gesture of pampering and protection. You’d know even better if you’ve been brought up in some of the classical cities of India like Delhi, Lucknow, Mumbai or the ultimate one, Calcutta and not just Kolkata. Every city has her own emotions, own vivacity and own cultures. We grew up to be the one we are today as an influence of the place we’ve spent our childhood in. We address Kolkata as ‘Tilottama’, as in a maiden with her beauty and grandeur. Growing up has been an experience with all her ballads enveloping around like an aura of culture and wisdom. Amidst all this when a lonely soul, staring out of the window, on some lazy summer afternoon, would seek freedom, Kolkata would offer her breath of fresh poetry to unleash her prisoner! Amidst all the hustling life and bustl...