All hails to Kolkata
Shinjini Saha, INN/Gwalior, @Infodeaofficial
Who does not remember the city of Kolkata? It has managed to create an enchant every corner of this nation. Be its culture, cuisine or literature, they have managed to win hearts. That is perhaps why the great city is called the cultural capital of India.
Northern area of the city is also home to the busy Kumartuli clay making quarter. There, potters mold lifelike religious idols for the city’s many festivals. Running from north to south right through the city is Hooghly River. It provides the city with a supply of water and serves as a major transport system for both people and cargo.
It was through the river that East India Company sailed into the region and established its trade settlement. Nouka, the planks that have cradled romantic proposals, languid adda sessions and unsteady tourists with the tide lapping gently at its sides, ferry the passengers to nowhere.
It creates floating portals of stolen moments, transport the passenger to that state where time itself is suspended. Abandoned laughter, reclined laziness and loving glances propel it.
Sondesh, speckled with nuts or oozing molten gur, it have only one goal to melt in the mouth lay within the paper box, eagerly anticipates peoples touch, lips and their union. It is massaged with affection, shaped with care, decorated with pride. It is elevated by the people more than milk and sugar.
Football, not only passion of every localites is also their identity. This all started since 1911, when people of the state dribbled the victory against their colonial oppressors. Since then people have met him every single day on the field whether it be any colour that they are wearing.
Devi, truly blessed for having artists adoration. Every year she waits for the sculpturuos potters who painstakingly sculpt her out of the boatloads of mud that are drawn up from the banks of the holiest of rivers.
He shapes her arms, the curve of her hips, the length of nose and what not. Because of his loving touch, millions touches her feet and ask her for blessings.
Howrah bridge, concrete and steel, fastened together by the desire of a million hearts to be connected. Since the second World War, it have stood sturdy, silently stretching its arms out to unite two lands divided by water.
It is a time worm, but it will never become weary of the millions of hopes, dreams and ambition that it carries back and forth from dawn to dusk.