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Calcutta Calling!

Oh, Calcutta. You beauty.

The moment I stepped out of the airplane, the air came down on me warm and heavy! My body knew it was in Calcutta before my brain could even decode the neural transmissions. I can feel dampness in my breath. My hair feels sticky all over. And my jeans feel like they’ve shrunk two sizes. Time to tie my hair in a bun. Calcutta, here I come!

As I walk down the too familiar lanes of the neighbourhood I was brought up in, I see known faces, known shops, the same muri seller, fruit vendor, cobbler, security guards and even beggars. I smile at them, some smile back, some don’t. Some remember me, throw a greeting, others don’t, wondering if the heat is playing with their mind. Even the graffiti on the wall seems the same! A wave of nostalgia washes over me again, yet again. I say yet again because every six months that I head back to town, I realise how little it has changed and how the comfort of knowing the place makes me feel happy and sheltered.

The more I look around, draw comparatives, recall memories of times spent in the nooks and crannies of the city, the more I realise nothing’s changed. Nothing’s changed and yet something has. The city has moved on without me yet it remains the same. I can smell the sweat, hear the shouts of the boudi in the bus, see the kids taking a shower under water tanker tap, feel the camaraderie only this city exudes. And yet I too have changed. The nostalgia washes over as waves but I know that I will swim through these too. Home still feels home but I don’t rush to read through my scrapbooks or run my hand over the trophies I’d won.

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Maybe, like the city, I too, am growing. Older and wiser, each day.

Graciously Yours!

Launching LOI!

Letters of India

A few weeks ago, I discussed with some of you here on the blog that you’d still love to write letters and be pen pals. So here we are in the guise of LETTERS OF INDIA.

Currently, it is being spearheaded by three crazy and opinionated women:

Uno. A Chartered Accountant who’d rather write over crunching numbers and can’t get awed enough of quantum physics;
Dos. An English honours graduate who’s handling social media accounts, deliveries and a husband with a twin; and
Tres. A would-be lawyer who does, well, would-be lawyerish things – bickering, doodling, procrastinating and sometimes studying.

We want to be pen pals with you! And we hope you do too.

And we’re finally launching it! Please fill out the form and sign up. We hope to write to you soon. 🙂

Graciously Yours!

 

Abounding Passions.

Abounding Passions.

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You made me write when I lost the touch,

You made me smile when my mind was thinking too much,

You brought me closer to the real me,

You made dark the new sexy!


Your soft touch paled my pain,

You were my rainbow in the rain,

We moved away with the time due,

Now and then, I still miss you.

Graciously Yours!