eto chaoa niye kotha jai?
Dear Kolkata, I hope this letter finds you bathed in the soft glow of twilight, the hum of life pulsating through your streets and the fragrance of fresh phuchkaas mingled with the smoke of strong Charminar tucked in the lips of the few people who claim themselves to be extremely intellectual. It’s been a while since I last walked along your bustling avenues and narrow bylanes, but the memories of your warmth, vibrancy and resilience are, and shall always be etched deeply in my heart. People might give you a thousand names like the City of Joy, City of Palaces and whatnot. To me, you’re City of Hope, just as much as you are to me a City of Disappointment. Just as a stereotyped loyal husband, I dislike every bit of you, just as much as I love you and want to be with you. This brief (or so I hope it to be) parting of my heart and my soul is, in actuality, taking a serious toll on me, giving me nightmares throughout the night, asking me not once, nor twice but a few million times whethe
