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 and you'll try to follow it, until you realise that there isn't any defined one.
It's a never-ending puzzle, a piece of all those who live within, with it. Its the smile your dhobiwala passes you or the greetings you exchange with the boy in the bookstore you had a crush on...the one with stories to tell. It's the fruit vendor you exchanged stories with on a rainy summer's night, the chaat wale bhaiya you frequently visit, the one who asks how your father's doing because even before you knew him, your dad did.
You wink at the women at the confectionery story, the same ones who'd give you free stuff when you were back in high school and you'd come to them after a typically exhausting hormonal day. Then you ahead towards home and meet the security guard who's owners you know, to chat about the weather and how each is doing now that 5 years have gone by.
No love lost, no commitment required. You see it's not the city itself, it's the people it's made of that not just add to you, you become them. You're still you of course, just with a little piece of them too.
So when you're lost and you can't find your way, always remember what lies in the east. A city of lost souls that came together to give shelter to the others as well. To the east will always be a journey undefined because there lies home and there it shall be. Forever.
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 and you'll try to follow it, until you realise that there isn't any defined one.
It's a never-ending puzzle, a piece of all those who live within, with it. Its the smile your dhobiwala passes you or the greetings you exchange with the boy in the bookstore you had a crush on...the one with stories to tell. It's the fruit vendor you exchanged stories with on a rainy summer's night, the chaat wale bhaiya you frequently visit, the one who asks how your father's doing because even before you knew him, your dad did.
You wink at the women at the confectionery story, the same ones who'd give you free stuff when you were back in high school and you'd come to them after a typically exhausting hormonal day. Then you ahead towards home and meet the security guard who's owners you know, to chat about the weather and how each is doing now that 5 years have gone by.
No love lost, no commitment required. You see it's not the city itself, it's the people it's made of that not just add to you, you become them. You're still you of course, just with a little piece of them too.
So when you're lost and you can't find your way, always remember what lies in the east. A city of lost souls that came together to give shelter to the others as well. To the east will always be a journey undefined because there lies home and there it shall be. Forever.
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