There are days when I wonder if Kolkata is a real place.
If I had ever walked its streets.
Or, is it just a ghost city that exists only in my memories?
And then, I open a novel or a short story collection or a book of poems in Bangla. And the city continues to exist. Again.
I haven't gone home for almost four years. So, I write about it obsessively.
I am beginning to feel June is getting away from me. Baari Jabo.
If I had ever walked its streets.
Or, is it just a ghost city that exists only in my memories?
And then, I open a novel or a short story collection or a book of poems in Bangla. And the city continues to exist. Again.
I haven't gone home for almost four years. So, I write about it obsessively.
I am beginning to feel June is getting away from me. Baari Jabo.
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