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Calcutta: A beautiful devastation

After seventeen years and almost half my life away in New York, I've done something most Indians of my generation don't do--return back home. When people ask me where I'm from, I always stumble. I say, I was born in Calcutta but I grew up in New York. When you are young, your awareness of the larger city is limited. I have to admit, I know New York much more intimately than I feel I know Calcutta.

Calcutta is like an aging beauty--decaying and crumbling. It saddens me to return to a city which was once one of the most important in the country. Now, she would not even place in the top ten.
But she has a soul, Calcutta does. In a way that many other cities don't. There is a melancholy that hangs over the her. An indescribable sadness, not unlike the sadness Orhan Pamuk writes of in 'Istanbul'. The sadness of a forgotten city. An


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Calcutta: A beautiful devastation

After seventeen years and almost half my life away in New York, I’ve done something most Indians of my generation don’t do–return back home. When people ask me where I’m from, I always stumble. I say, I was born in Calcutta but I grew up in New York. When you are young, your awareness of the larger city is limited. I have to admit, I know New York much more intimately than I feel I know Calcutta.

Calcutta is like an aging beauty–decaying and crumbling. It saddens me to return to a city which was once one of the most important in the country. Now, she would not even place in the top ten.
But she has a soul, Calcutta does. In a way that many other cities don’t. There is a melancholy that hangs over the her. An indescribable sadness, not unlike the sadness Orhan Pamuk writes of in ‘Istanbul’. The sadness of a forgotten city. An

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