The Monsoons That Never Left

The Monsoon That Never Left Kolkata always smelt like memory, after rain. The streets glistened beneath amber streetlights. The tea stalls steamed through the evening. Somewhere in the distance, the bells of a passing tram mingled with the strains of an old Hemanta Mukhopadhyay song drifting from an open window. For Riddhiman Basu, the cityContinue reading “The Monsoons That Never Left”