A Journey to The East
To the city that doesn't change. To the city that is home, to one that calls out to you in the deepest of dreams... There's no pace here. The only one you set is the one you were meant to. When I hear songs of lost times and feelings...of days gone by and of loves I crossed paths with and nights without, it is you that I think of. Home. Never will you find yourself lost, for every lane leads you to your goal. Even if it is an undecided one. Abandoned mansions, overgrown parks, temples in the nooks and mosques on the highway. Of trees that live on and landmarks every Calcattan knows... There is a place in the east that many know of and very few have lived with. You see Kolkata isn't a place you live in. It becomes one with you and yourself. There is no end to the many lanes you lost yourself in while searching for others. The search never ends and therefore no hope is lost. Every turn is a source of excitement and yet the familiarity sets in. There is a pattern to it