It's been quite long and the blogosphere looks so different now. Read up an old letter-("purono chithi" kind of feeling) posted by a fellow blogger. Feels good and feels great.
Actually nostalgia is a necessary evil (?). you are bound to be bitten by the bug. Just like the streets of North Calcutta and that tram ride through Hatibagan and Shyambazar did to me. I have never been there but felt like I belonged there. And that Red house..near Shyambazar I suppose. It was like "I want to buy that garibarandawala bari". Yes! I have a fascination for them....old, garibarandawala houses.

And there is the Academy, Nanadan chottor. Catching up with old school friends. Phuchka or just lazing around like St. Paul's Cathedral. The city throws up unknown hues you thought you had long forgotten.


This sounds like cliche' but I have no other option other than quoting a wordsmith of our times- "Ei shohor janey amar prothom sobkichu/ Palatey  chaayi joto shey aashey amar peechu peechu"

(I 'think' am not murdering the lyrics. Actually! am in love. With this city- all over again)

Landscapes.

Home is always comforting. I haven't seen the face of my blog for some weeks now. Haven't caught upon whjat my fellow bloggers are writing or tweeting about but all these seem so far off when you are sorrounded by people you love. This break was most needed indeed. But am making full use of it. Shopped for Bangla books. And it was fulfilling. Thankfully can eradicate my "bhishon purono" flaw being an avid "bangla sahityagrohi" about not reading Ashapurna Devi's works. Yes! I have laid my hands on the complete trilogy of Prothom Protisruti, Subornolota and Bokul Kotha. Bought my favourite Suchitra Bhattacharya's latest too. Picked up a copy of the translation of Ruswa's Umrao Jaan Ada from the Delhi airport. So quite have my hands full now along with my internship. And oh yes! the food....Kochur shaak, kochu bata, chingri malaikaari....When it comes to food am just neutral on the ghoti-bangaal divide.

Life is fulfilling now.