Ankan Mandal

There are very few things  which emotionally stir me as much as the thought of Calcutta.

For precisely the fact that i miss Calcutta sorely, painfully, like a lover who used to love me or maybe still does, secretly. But whom i can’t reach for that emotional solace when i seek it most.

Living in Bombay (known as the twin city of Calcutta) there are daily occurrences that remind of Calcutta. Like a deceased family member, fond memories of whom are evoked as and when a fleeting instance sweeps by bringing back memories. Someone whom you cannot feel or experience any more but have to fall back on the recollection of the fond shared relationship. Calcutta has been by love and will always be.

Though i love it more than anything, i hate it equally, or hate the people who have not let the city be that it deserves to be. Living in Bombay for the last three years i doubt if i will be able to fit into the pace of Calcutta again, though i’m an optimistic dreamer.

This just happened to be another sweeping instance which made me miss my lover. This video on Calcutta.