Sunday, January 20, 2013
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 bloodshed.