And though I’m in Calcutta I miss Calcutta now. Days as such when I puked in Sudder Street are too innocent and beautiful to come back. Prinsep Ghat can never be the same. It has not been the same anytime in the last two years. Bring me back my school days, the most idiotic white uniform with the blue belt and tie. Bring back to me what we were and what we would always love to be.
Note: I am at the nadir of my writing skills. And here is the effect :