There's a way about the Bhadralok's that i am missing so much here. Not to say that the Upper lippers ala Americans, are any less 'bhadra'. But there's a funny way about our conservative yet coming of age babumoshai's.
I am suddenly reminded of the warmth one feels in a stinking ride from MG Road to Esplanade. Warmth could be construed differently, and i for one like the warmth Kolkata exudes. The sun never ceases to help you to break into a sweat. The Maidan is ever bright like almost a contrast to the starkness of the City of Joy.
I don't even know what i am writing and why i am writing but i guess i am trying to bring myself back to the Glorious writing days.
Although this blog won't be advertised and if you're reading it, you're a privileged few to sneak into my private boding.
I am suddenly reminded of the warmth one feels in a stinking ride from MG Road to Esplanade. Warmth could be construed differently, and i for one like the warmth Kolkata exudes. The sun never ceases to help you to break into a sweat. The Maidan is ever bright like almost a contrast to the starkness of the City of Joy.
I don't even know what i am writing and why i am writing but i guess i am trying to bring myself back to the Glorious writing days.
Although this blog won't be advertised and if you're reading it, you're a privileged few to sneak into my private boding.
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