When we were in Bombay, during each rainy spell a building used to collapse somewhere. In Calcutta, its not much different. Calcutta has some of the most gorgeous styled heritage buildings gone to ruin.
I wonder why they let them reach that condition. Between the three towns of Bombay, Goa and Calcutta, this city also has the best grill work and stained glass. Though the techniques might be different , the intricacy of work has no parallel.
Instead of being cherished and loved, building crumble and fall one after another, relic of another era, whose utility has crossed its time, a fading beauty replaced perhaps by a monolith of some modern architecture. What kind of a race have we become?
Moment 01 This time last year. Last walk on marine drive. No longer would I meet this friendly dog. No longer I would get irritated by the group of walkers talking loudly. No longer would I enjoy the soft morning sea breeze.
Moment 02 Excitement in a new city. Explored calcutta with help of mobile apps. The GPS guiding me. Taking me to the hidden parts of the city, its crumbling facades and colonial vintage experience. Google maps recommended, Ola got me there and Swiggy got me food.
Moment 03 Exploring the jewellery of the Eastern part of India for a jewellery event.
Moment 04 First exercise given at NIFT Calcutta.
Moment 05 Setting up tools in a new lab with help of students.
Moment 06 Students show their gratitude. The rain played a spoilsport, so couldn’t attend the Teachers day event, but the plant stays.
Moment 07 Got caught unaware while appreciating art and picture featured on front page of the local Sunday supplement.
Moment 08 Experimented with a drawing workshop launched called ” You Can Sketch”
Moment 09 Certified course has takers. Social media presence. Getting warmed up.
Moment 10 Shopping for Poila Boisakh (Bengali new year) theme event.
Left:Caramel, our cat rescued from Mumbai rains and now living with us in Calcutta.
Right: Unnamed stray tom cat who has made the shaded area in nani’s backyard a visiting home.
Caramel : ” Oh, its time for my nap before my whiskas. Let me rest myself in middle of this unmade bed. Let me hold on to another kitten.”
She sprawls lengthwise.
Tomcat : ” Whew! This summer heat is intolerable, such soft grass and cool damp mud!”
He hold his ears erect just so as to bolt at the slightest indication of human feet.
Two cats. Two personalities. A typical day.
This is my first kitten post. The reason is clear. Caramel, the furry ball which is sleeping under the bed, is now officially part of our family. We found her learning to walk in the corridor of our building. Had she not mewed so aggressively maybe we would have not noticed her. Today, one month later, after many defleaing and visits to the vet, she is a member of our family.
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Originally posted on Words We Women Write :
The feet of the heron, under those bamboo stems, hold the blue body, the great beak above the shallows of the pond. Who could guess their patience? –from Many Miles by Mary Oliver Little blue herons are tear-one’s-heart-out gorgeous. These two are getting to know each other, hanging out…
Recently planted palm coconut tree was still low enough for me to get a closeup picture of its incredibly created leaves.