08.09.10

I love the empty streets of desire that is Kolkata. It is leaves me with a warm fuzzy feeling.  You feel different even though the city is the same. Bandhs completely change the character of the city. It's almost like wearing rose-tinted glasses. You walk in neighbourhoods of crumbling mansions with bougainvillea flowers growing between the brick and mortar. You see little champs playing para-cricket on the deserted city throughway. You hear the tea-stall radio play a lovely romantic number from the 50s. You smell the air that's free of pollutants. Everything is beautiful all at once and you realise that this city is just meant for you, for you alone.