Images from my soul, dedicated to the world that makes me
The streets of Kolkata still bear tendrils of the times that have passed. The fight for independence, the riots then and later, the pursuit of knowledge, the carelessness towards appearance. All I am missing here is the food, but that has been on this blog before. I was not born there and have not spent a lot of time there, but the past does hold you in its grip, in a matter of hours in the city. If you let it.
good gallery! – and nice blog title …
Thanks so much!