childhood
Chocobar Evenings
Barring the months of December and January, Calcutta was rather warm, especially in April and May. Now, of course, the weather is quite confounding, having
Barring the months of December and January, Calcutta was rather warm, especially in April and May. Now, of course, the weather is quite confounding, having
Monsoons in Bengal were more than just a season—they were magic woven into memories. From childhood joys of walking barefoot in waterlogged streets, sailing paper boats, and listening to ghost stories during power cuts, to savoring khichuri with Hilsa, these rains shaped a sensory-rich, soul-deep nostalgia that still lingers.
My grandmother muttered something in Tamil shaking her head in disbelief and
went inside. My aunt smiled and patted my father signalling, she is all yours. When both
of them were out of the room my dad laughed out loud.
