I was reading a blog someone wrote about Calcutta and I had the feeling again. This feeling of 'how missing Calcutta is a feeling that only I can have'. I feel possessive- nobody else can like Chai in office area, or the Bengali style samosa, or kachori-sabzi at Sharmas.
Food triggers off so many other feelings- immense nostalgia and melancholy. This sadness of being away from home- my lane, the hoardings, the traffic all seem to beckon me. This feeling of want, of being so far yet so close, is like a rush of adrenalin. I wait patiently for the journey from the airport to home, to see faces I love the most and to eat food that I crave all year long.
Conclusion: Calcutta is not a city, Calcutta is not home, Calcutta is a feeling. A feeling that is close to my heart and locked up just for me. It is a feeling that makes me happy.
Food triggers off so many other feelings- immense nostalgia and melancholy. This sadness of being away from home- my lane, the hoardings, the traffic all seem to beckon me. This feeling of want, of being so far yet so close, is like a rush of adrenalin. I wait patiently for the journey from the airport to home, to see faces I love the most and to eat food that I crave all year long.
Conclusion: Calcutta is not a city, Calcutta is not home, Calcutta is a feeling. A feeling that is close to my heart and locked up just for me. It is a feeling that makes me happy.