Kolkata: The Selfish City

Kolkata is very selfish. She takes away a lot from you, more than it ever gives back. Every tiny secret you have, she knows, every bit of love you felt, every little heartbreak and the apparent closures, she knows about every single lie. You are the one who tells her everything. She just makes sure… Continue reading Kolkata: The Selfish City

The Night Song

I watched the night, At her beauty I gazed. Through a window, through a frame, The frame the building had restricted me to, I watched the city. The city twinkled, crushed under the heavy unlit sky, With distant cars and streetlights: A thousand photographers trying as if, Trying to have the perfect shot, But each time, failing. I stared at the… Continue reading The Night Song