Had been thinking for almost an year of visiting this place…and like all plans this too had been postponed for a reason or another (I still have a list of places in queue now for years!).
So one Sunday of March, deciding to ignore the scorching sun, I hopped onto a local train at Howrah station.
About an hour later, the quaint station of Bandel welcomes you with shacks offering poori sabji which I ravenously gulped down. Full, I decided to proceed on foot to the famous Church of the town. But a rickshaw-puller almost pleaded me to take a ride, and unable to continue refusing his requests I got on board the three-wheeler (for a Rs.20/- ride).
The church, from the street, doesn’t give an impression of being so old and massive – courtesy to the clatter and hulla bulla of the market and bustling crowd in the vicinity. But once you enter the compound’s gate, the feel of ancient magnificence manifests itself in front of you.