Beam me up, Scotty

  Dreaming of warm, dry winter days, pishi, pani puris on the street, a wedding, speaking Bengali and dear friends. Wishing today were Saturday. Wishing I could be across the world in an instant. Beam me up, Scotty.

Balaka

It’s done. The flat in the building called Balaka (which means swan in Bengali) at 68 B Ballygunj Circular Road is no longer my home. After nine-and-a half years of caring for it from across the globe, I completed the final act of an arduous sales process in Kolkata. I’ve posted a photo taken out …

Coming home

The taxi refused to take the Eastern Bypass — too dangerous in the wee hours of the morning before the sun comes up and lights up the despair of Kolkata. Instead, we took the old route from the airport in the northeastern part of the city to the south. I had not taken these old …

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