How is it like to live in Calcutta?

Answer by Swati Kaushik:

Before everything.. Living in kolkata is like living both in the sophisticated city of kolkata and the old city Howrah.

Living in kolkata is like a zit on Your face. You know what You did to get it the tip of your nose but You crib and complain anyway.
Every thing that a kolkatan goes through. It Knows.. WHY!?

Living in kolkata is a heath hazard. Every corner You turn there's a scrumptious and delicious chaat wala standing. Everything Unhealthy here is Cheap and Easy. We never forget (wherever we may go), never ever forget the taste of the seeping spicy and tangy mix of water.

Like walking in a pond. Although, we have one in every locality (less than chaat walla though). PUKUR (bengali for pond)

Like living in a land of gazillion beautiful, sassy, independent, sexy, suave, (If i can start to ADJECTIFY em ) women.

Like living in the clouds. Like the 1st drop of rain.
Like crankiness for the mess. Like sheer happiness in the falling rain.

Living in kolkata is like living it like a dream. Like a cheap movie in the morning, an intense drama in the evening and like music at adda (Adda is an Adda.) in the late evening.

Like an afternoon siesta. Like a honking rickshaw or the yellow taxi.

Living in kolkata is having a bengaali friend(assuming You aint one) who can recite tons of bengalli rich poems and songs.

Like making a 4hr journey to Durgapur and 4 hr back just to see Your friends down there 😉

Living in kolkata is to be late for a train yourself and cribbing that for a change the train left on time.

Living in Kolkata feels like nothing at all. Not living in kolkata feels like missing everything.

Like the wind in your hair while taking the walk across the rabindra setu in the evening or early morning, or like driving past fast on the new bridge, like sitting on the princep ghat, like walking alone on the roads of salt lake.

It feels more not living in kolkata than what it will ever feel like living in Kolkata.
Like a missed morning coffee.
Like a bird with clipped wings.
Like a face without a smile.
(Everything that when there is, isn't important, but when missed becomes the world.)