Mistrusting the very faculty of trust...

reflection...

The city is as varying as Proteus.

It is not my nativity that is talking but an honest and well-preserved passivity critically needed to touch the core of Kolkata...a city perennially steeped in her snobbish urbanity yet unbendingly reluctant to let go of her past. She harbours an undying dichotomy - debased and celebrated alike over the years on countless forums, that has somehow been reassuring, validating and reaffirming as much her intellectual relevance as longevity in years yet to unfold. I do not, in all sincerity, intend to add to the ever-swelling body of literature raised to her. I intend to repeat that I love her!

Glorifying some aspect of Kolkata would decidedly shut one out of the overwhelming diversity she offers. It is a city that magically turns the humdrum into sublime and vice versa...often deluding the nonplussed spectator to the point of turning irreversibly apathetic to her resilient beauty. Kolkata is more discriminating than otherwise. Only the sluggish can see her...happily letting her unfold to allow the rare glimpse of an ageless endearing heart. So go slow...and enjoy the ride!