The Beckoning of Home
As I awoke by
the warm sunlight, the pain inside me still lingered - the
pain of leaving home and coming miles away in the lure of
a career. It is hardly a day I have reached the city of Bangalore,
after bidding adieu to my hometown, Kolkata. I could not have
felt more pensive for my parents as I felt, for my own city;
that has seen me growing up, which I regard as the most beautiful
place on the earth. It has seen me grow into an adult from
an adolescent and a lady, eventually. It has made me learn
quite a lot in terms of love and sacrifice, and taught me
to distinguish between good and bad.
Distinct are the days in my memory when my mother and me used
to go for a lazy walk in the lawn of the pristine Victoria
Memorial in those early mornings, the grass still
wet and people of all ages gathered for a dose of early morning
gossip with tea.
Herein, one can find
the importance of the quintessential ‘adda’ in an average, middle-class
Bengali’s life. Storming the tea- tables over myriad issues as diverse
as dowry and euthanasia, the concept of ‘adda’ is still alive in
almost all Bengali souls till date, much to my joy.
The memories of my
childhood are still fresh as we used to shop in the corners of the
old Hogg Market amidst severe cacophony. The semi-ruined buildings
constructed in the British period attract me a lot-they can still
be found all over the city and possess the charm of the olden times,
when there was no internet and Kolkata was Calcutta.
But my favorite
place of the city would be, undoubtedly, the Park
Street. It is said to be the hub of the young Calcuttan
(now Kolkatan) youth and fashion, its popularity still unrivalled.
One can walk down its streets without a feeling of monotony,
the various bookshops, restaurants and posh stores demanding
Last but not the least, the Metro
Rail of Kolkata would always belong to the core
of my heart, I have not kept a count of the miles I have travelled
by the Metro but all I can say is that it is the last word
in conveyance in Kolkata. Amazingly, the entire city is covered
in about 35 minutes.
I have travelled miles
away in search of a new life, but realized that origins can never
be uprooted and one remains tied to one’s soil even the separation
is physical. Whatever shape and form life takes, home continues
Contributing Writer: Medha
De works in Bangalore as a copywriter and loves spending her
leisure time reading and writing.