If you are visiting Kolkata for the first time, you are probably coming by train, as I did, and arriving at Howrah station. The sight that greets you is a teeming multitude, reminiscent of a Mrinal Sen film, and it overwhelms you.
Now you encounter the serpentine queue for the taxi,
I stick my face as close to the window as possible and my stomach clenches tight as the bus takes a wide blind turn and proceeds on its way to my native; Thippirajapuram. The road from the Temple city of Kumbakonam to my village is like a long undulating snake
Around fifteen to twenty years back, in my early childhood, time was really different in my hometown. My home was a typical joint family from Goa. Lunch was followed by afternoon nap and then the evening tea. The males of the house would have their tea and then go on
My first visit to Delhi was in my parents arms, and the only memory that stands out is falling from a high chair in some restaurant.
This seemed to be the theme of my relationship with Delhi, as I was to return later, and fall again, in exciting company, in a