I don’t understand, after so much of pollution, so much of garbage everywhere, so much of noise, dirty streets, the almost full metros and never ending lanes of traffic, why do I love Kolkata so much!

Yes, it is Kolkata for me. No matter if everyone says Calcutta. For us, real Kolkata people, it is Kolkata. The mouth goes round, and there is the local flavor in this name.

What enchants me about Kolkata is, I think the warmth. The aura. The feel. The feel to be at home. No matter if you are foreign in Kolkata, you feel at home. You can just stop a random stranger and have a long conversation with him about cricket or sweets, or anything else. This is what the city is famous for.

It is said to be the city of joy, and indeed it is the city of joy.

A visitor to Kolkata typically reacts to it in one of these two ways- indifference or intrigue. The ones indifferent probably have only noticed the traffic on the roads, the malls, high-rises, slums that are the pockets of poverty and other aspects that make this place no different from any other Indian city. But if you delve deeper, bereft of pre-conceived judgments your experience is sure to be one that will leave a deep impact on you, for Kolkata is a city to be felt, heard and smelled, as much as it is to be seen.

There are delights and surprises for you at every stage of your journey. If you are taking the train to Kolkata, the bustle of Howrah station is sure to raise your spirits. The drive from Howrah to the city across the Howrah Bridge, over the Hoogly river, is something you cannot miss out on. If you will be putting up in Central or South Kolkata, chances are you will be crossing places such as the Dalhousie Square, Esplanade, Maidan and Park Street and these places, if you observe carefully, narrate to you Kolkata’s and even India’s history. The colonial relic is still intact in the form of architecture of buildings in these areas, names of the streets and of course, the occasional tram and the tram line that you will see in no other city in India.

There is something different to Kolkata. The city is modern, but has not forgotten it’s roots, and never will. Kolkata is the concoction of old and new. It has ardently held on to its roots, has donned a new name but retained its old identity.

And go to Kolkata during Durga Pujo! Ah! I miss my city!

If nothing, just have a kulhad full of Mishti Doi, and you will know for yourself, what Kolkata beholds!

Disclaimer: All the above images have been taken from Google.


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