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.
nootropicphilosopher I am slightly crazy and totally sarcastic, with a nasty icing of cynicism. I exude pessimistic vibes every now and then. However, I do actively look for things that make me happy, like birds, damselflies and dragonflies, mountains and of course, books. Generous, inspiring people and people who enjoy what they do for a living while being good at it, make me feel like it is, after all, worthwhile being human. I hope to write about things in a way that makes them interesting.. and makes me more human-like. No matter how many times I rewrite this, still comes out corny. I give up