Vijaynagar Double Storey, you taught me to find bliss in isolation, live by myself, roll my own joints, party like an animal, sweep my own room, and of course, write new poetry. On each trip back to Kolkata, I remind myself how tangible the whole thing about home is, how identities change with places, how we all evolve to become different human beings with each passing encounter and each marvelous high. I will miss you and your colourful people- Dhaba uncle who serves late night paranthe and smokes, Sankaran the weed peddler, Pintoo who stores a supermarket in a 22 grocery shop, Bhabi who serves delicious paneer paranthe and coffee to all the betas living around her shop. I will miss my friends with whom I studied and partied together, who made life at the Gothic door a bit more of psychedelia. And I will miss my cozy, dirty, messy little room with a window where I spent most of the time sleeping and eating, a room entirely my own after 22 years of shared claustrophobic spaces. Miss me Vijaynagar, wish me a nice ride back home, see you again in 2015!
Posted on: Sun, 14 Dec 2014 06:41:41 +0000
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