To The City That Provides Euphoria

My entourage with the city I am awestruck with, is some 17 years old.

Though it feels like a lifetime of indebtedness.Now that I no more reside here permanently,hence I have frequent nostalgic attacks every time I walk past the streets of Calcutta. Every para and every goli known and unknown hollers out songs of familiarity everytime I walk past them.And every phuchkawala reminds me of the phuchka dadu who was the alltime hero outside school.Everytime I see the self-proclaimed madman  howling out names of stoppages from a multicoloured bus, it gives me a queer feeling of familiarity.Be it a random Bangla hoarding, or a random Moheen song, or a random old face i haven't seen for long,or the obscenely huge pillars of Prinsep Ghat, I feel happy.Yes.Anything about the city provides euphoria to every fibre of my being.

This piece of shit may be of no importance to people who have for nothingto do with Calcutta, but nevermind.