As the daily breeze of wanderlust mussed my untamed hair (thank you covid),
I finally pulled myself out of this 'new normal' haze
and declared a hiatus on 2020 bossing me around.
This signage in Kolkata is my declaration to 2020.
No more nuisance from you 2020!
As we flit around preparing for a hurricane predicted to land too close for comfort,
my tardiness in taking a stand is almost as late as the Kentucky Derby and Indy 500.
Hunkering down back home in Texas since March,
there are audible sighs as I look back on our time in West Bengal.
While Ren Man flew off to nearby Assam for work,
I was left to drag myself away from the comforts of Oberoi Kolkata,
street names eventually changed from English, Anglican names...
along with a cultural...
of school transport...
Yes, this guy will lead his goats to your front door.
As mentioned above, Calcutta does get a bad wrap for its poverty.
Meanwhile, this doesn't seem to bother this city as it resists modernization
and embraces its cultural richness.
Serendipity update: Bomti has invited us to dinner in his home!
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