Thursday, 29 May 2014

I do no profound

If I could be a Jedi, my lightsaber would ooze out talcum powder against the sun with mortal vengeance. Yes, I am back to the city of joy with a slap of sweat to greet me. As I hopped on to a crowded bus and hung myself like a pro from the divine rods of public transport, the entire people of Calcutta welcomed me through the olfactory. I am pretty sure I contributed as much to this cosmic device of syncretism where sweat meets sweat, complaints for weather meets complaints for weather to unite a people under one single heated sky. I love Calcutta. Even though it makes me want to sleep with Dermicool more than anything/one else. 

P.S: An ode to every conversation starter since the last two days.