Always Home

I never do find out if that hospital where I was born still exists or not. Maybe it was razed and in its place a new building born. Just a conjecture. But Kolkata then and now, has seen a sea change associated with growth in every metro. So I can envision the city then, as one exuding warmth, no high rise buildings, except the stately iconic ones built when the British ruled Bengal.  

The Howrah Bridge spanning the Hooghly and beneath it the Hooghly river flowing with a rhythm of its own, winding its way into the Bay of Bengal. Hawkers selling their wares in streets must have been there as in present days as well, though some streets now are mandatory 'hawker free'. The blowing of the conch shell at dusk continues down the ages as much as the Durga Puja celebrations when Bengalis are in a festive mood.  

Kolkata the place where I was born has a kind soul and visitors are welcome to make it their home away from home.