It
was a pleasant afternoon in the mid December of Kolkata. We came to our home
town from Delhi for vacation. I was sitting in the balcony, reading a book, and
watching the butterflies play in our garden. Coming from the busy life of Delhi
it was a luxury, but here it was life as usual. This lazy careless elegance is
what makes this place City of Joy. With plenty of time in hand, I took this
opportunity to travel on the trails of Bangla’s, or Vanga as it was called,
past. Lost amidst this laziness is a past filled with power, bravery and
bloo...
