Oh! Calcutta
“…and I’ll never ever get back to Kolkata again!” Most of these days’, conversations with mom and dad, end with this line. Yes! Probably if I get an opportunity, I’ll never get back to Kolkata! But Calcutta? Nah! It’s not the same! Calcutta is a time some of us are trying to hold back and treasure. Kolkata can be ‘Tilottama’ but Calcutta is an emotion! The City of Joy we call it! Well how much joy Kolkata has given me, I don’t know! But Calcutta surely has been a piece of my taped heart that has been broken over and over again! Yes and Calcutta has witnessed it all! My first love, first heartbreak, first cigarette, first time in Oly Pub before turning 21, first kiss, my dumb poetry I had started as early as the seventh grade and has witnessed its transformation over the years! It made me fall in love with rains and winters and winter rains predominantly! The fumes escaping those earthen cups, holding the best tea in the world! The millions...