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We sat there on the steps by the waterfront. The night breeze from the river whipped our faces. We flicked the hair from our faces and pulled the beer cans closer to our knees.
In the distance, through the dark I could make out the wonderfully painted windows of the MICA building. 'Peculiar city this is', I thought to myself, remembering the statues of the six cartoon animals in the field next to the MICA building. I saw them everyday on the way to the university. They looked like six giant cream puffs and were called the 'Sorority Lion' or something like that.
S looked across the river from where we were sitting at the restaurant on the opposite bank. Hooters. They were playing some kind of catchy music. She sighed and muttered, 'I hate this damn country. They have no bandhs, no strikes. It rains everyday but it never even floods. They freaking don't even have load-shedding.'
Somewhere within the dark, silent waters of the river, a small, white fish jumped and did a back-flip. The light from the blue bridge was reflected on the surface as was the giant red lettering that said 'Riverside Point'. This was one of my most favorite places in the world. And I knew S loved it too.
I sighed. You can take her out of Calcutta. You can't take the Calcutta out of her.
In the distance, through the dark I could make out the wonderfully painted windows of the MICA building. 'Peculiar city this is', I thought to myself, remembering the statues of the six cartoon animals in the field next to the MICA building. I saw them everyday on the way to the university. They looked like six giant cream puffs and were called the 'Sorority Lion' or something like that.
S looked across the river from where we were sitting at the restaurant on the opposite bank. Hooters. They were playing some kind of catchy music. She sighed and muttered, 'I hate this damn country. They have no bandhs, no strikes. It rains everyday but it never even floods. They freaking don't even have load-shedding.'
Somewhere within the dark, silent waters of the river, a small, white fish jumped and did a back-flip. The light from the blue bridge was reflected on the surface as was the giant red lettering that said 'Riverside Point'. This was one of my most favorite places in the world. And I knew S loved it too.
I sighed. You can take her out of Calcutta. You can't take the Calcutta out of her.
"You can't take the Calcutta out of her".....so true. Calcutta misses you too...and so does certain people living in this city.
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