Traveling does not mean exploring a new place. Traveling can be way more interesting visiting own city. Taking this forward, taking the pleasure of revisiting my homeland Kolkata.
City of Joy is warm and forthcoming.
Apt, the tales of Calcutta folklore is equally riveting.
Kolkata, accepts everyone,
Right, from the times of partition.
Kolkata is an epitome of unity in diversity.
Once an emerald of the east of thy majesty...
Kolkata, it means politics, food and sports.
And oh, have to add the art and culture, of course.
A democratic Bengali, vehemently opinionates with force and fervour.
Oh Kolkata, et Tu?
The blue blooded lover of nostalgia?
Kolkata, you mean, the tramlines,
In Kolkata, the chaos is controlled,
With an epicenter at Burrabazar.
The history of the city can take you to olden times.
It's life...
They say, cholche cholbe...
Kolkata is about gully cricket and para football.
Kolkata is Kolkata, it’s unique.
That’s where Kolkata stands for.
Kolkata also means coffee house and endless conversations one can die for.
Kolkata is a paradise for book lovers.
But Kolkata survives.
Without its covers...
The city loves it’s own version,
To keep revising Kolkata.
The old town of the garrisons..
Saheb...
With time...
The city changed...
Oh Kolkata
Kolkata, the breathing space of the global thinkers...
A place for the mindless banters...
Kolkata means strike,
It means political debates.
The arguments
Yet the enthu hardly Rebates...
I ❤️ Kolkata
Lopamudra Ganguly
The author lives and works in Kolkata and was born in this city.
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