It was a break, from both the writing and the city.
A whirlwind Calcutta visit; the city that potters around in a lackadaisical manner.
Walking around aimlessly on a Tuesday morning, stopping at every curious looking shop, being unnaturally gleeful that everyone else you know back in Bombay is at work.
A marriage with the usual emotions that it stirs up - happiness, a wistful tug somewhere deep within and an overwhelming wave of "someone my age is now married"
A campfire on a terrace, that was only partially successful, but thoroughly enjoyable.
Driving around the city, trying to make sense of bengali billboards and drinking milky chai from clay pots.
Extreme generosity, hospitality and camaraderie.
A whirlwind Calcutta visit; the city that potters around in a lackadaisical manner.
Walking around aimlessly on a Tuesday morning, stopping at every curious looking shop, being unnaturally gleeful that everyone else you know back in Bombay is at work.
A marriage with the usual emotions that it stirs up - happiness, a wistful tug somewhere deep within and an overwhelming wave of "someone my age is now married"
A campfire on a terrace, that was only partially successful, but thoroughly enjoyable.
Driving around the city, trying to make sense of bengali billboards and drinking milky chai from clay pots.
Extreme generosity, hospitality and camaraderie.
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