My visits to Kolkata usually involve overindulgence in food. Whether it’s at home, or the homes of the many, many relatives who shower us with love – through food, or out on the streets…It’s mostly about food. All the time, and everywhere. (No complaints, though!)
This time, I ventured out into the streets and bylanes of Kolkata on foot – and rickshaw – for a closer look at the city, and got an insight into its beating heart. And it was just as satisfying as wiping a plate of pulao with kosha maangsho clean.
Every aspect of Kolkata seems resilient…its streets, its people, its spirit.
My extended family insists that Kolkata is best seen and understood during Durga Puja. It’s unfortunate that I’ve never been witness to the fervor that sweeps the city during this much-awaited festival, and the immense crowds that throng the pandals. But in the brief time I was here in April, I could find the undeniable presence of the Goddess in every corner of the city, in the blessings uttered by every believer, and in the steadfast faith of the common man as he slept carefree, under her shadow.