With the winds seeping into your veins, and the smaller waves of the river Hooghly touching your feet, you can find the ‘khalasi’ returning to the shore, and tying up his boat. He is not tired. His eyes are glittering. He has survived another day, and now he can go home to see his family waiting for him. There lies a story. A story beyond the oblivion.
You walk up the steps and find another story. “lebu chaa…Lebu chaa”, “ghoti gorom nebe? Ghotigorom..” The hawkers trying to sell you the little they have made. The price is minimal. But, if you look beyond the oblivion, there is a pleasure in having that ‘lebu cha‘ with ‘ghoti gorom’, and enjoying the lovely evening. That is how the city seeks to cherish everything that it has.