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When the "city" snores...
Beyond the chaos of daily commuters in the metros, beyond the honking of the cars and buses, beyond the harking of the vegetable sellers, beyond the well lit and air conditioned shopping malls there lies a Kolkata under the moonlit sky when all these chaos gets lost on the darkness. Kolkata takes a different when the stars start twinkling. All those busy people are nowhere. I see new faces, some dead, some alive, some drunk with fatigue. These dark lanes, these poeple, who, remain hidden under the rays of the sun comes alive during the night and with them comes their stories; the stories of the poeple, the stories of the dark lanes; Under the moonlit sky there lies a Kolkata where a son, after all day's work returns in the last train to his home and simultaneously some shop owner of a railway station closes his shop, boards the train and longs to return home. There lies a Kolkata where a women returns late in the night and simultaneously a woman fears to go out in the night. There lies a Kolkata where a little boy shares his bread with a dog and sleeps in each other arms. But that Kolkata can't be seen under the sun amidst the daily hustle and bustle . It can be seen when the "city" snores. I don't know how but I find a part of myself linging to return in this dark, silence yet a beautiful world. I intend to travel the streets of the city of joy and tell the stories of the amazing world of Kolkata under the stars which remains so alive yet so rarely discovered.
Beyond the chaos of daily commuters in the metros, beyond the honking of the cars and buses, beyond the harking of the vegetable sellers, beyond the well lit and air conditioned shopping malls there lies a Kolkata under the moonlit sky when all these chaos gets lost on the darkness. Kolkata takes a different when the stars start twinkling. All those busy people are nowhere. I see new faces, some dead, some alive, some drunk with fatigue. These dark lanes, these poeple, who, remain hidden under the rays of the sun comes alive during the night and with them comes their stories; the stories of the poeple, the stories of the dark lanes; Under the moonlit sky there lies a Kolkata where a son, after all day's work returns in the last train to his home and simultaneously some shop owner of a railway station closes his shop, boards the train and longs to return home. There lies a Kolkata where a women returns late in the night and simultaneously a woman fears to go out in the night. There lies a Kolkata where a little boy shares his bread with a dog and sleeps in each other arms. But that Kolkata can't be seen under the sun amidst the daily hustle and bustle . It can be seen when the "city" snores. I don't know how but I find a part of myself linging to return in this dark, silence yet a beautiful world. I intend to travel the streets of the city of joy and tell the stories of the amazing world of Kolkata under the stars which remains so alive yet so rarely discovered.
Written by Ayan Dawn