Nostalgia..

“How often have I lain beneath rain on a strange roof, thinking of home.” ― William Faulkner   Years ago, when I was just 5 years old, and I remember my granddad waking me up in the morning to accompany him in his daily morning walk...I remember the misty mornings...the fresh air, the chirping birds as … Continue reading Nostalgia..

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Mystery city…

  I have always felt the presence of an underlying mystery in this city ever since I came here. The narrow lanes, dark, musty bylanes ...the lazy, drowsy "taana" rickshaw pullers...the bright neon headings...sparkling five star hotels...the TMC flags hanging from every light post..the endless roads and the flowing Ganga...all seem to hold a deep … Continue reading Mystery city…