Missing Kolkata

I guess this is called an immigrant’s dilemma. Had a productive day today followed by a burnout period which sent me spiraling down the memory lane of my childhood and recent rendezvous with Kolkata. I remember the long walks with my grandfather after dinner, playing football (soccer) in rain, craving a Thumbs Up on a hot summer evening, north westerlies after a hot and muggy day, soaking in the first rain, smell of unripe green mango, sleeping at night with all doors and windows open, short trips to Puri and so much more.

People should just stay where they are and stop the wild goose chase for a better life elsewhere. Things always work out towards the end.

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