The Pearls of Catharsis Times Issue 02, Dec 2016 | Page 10
Kolkata Tales
The Winter Diary
The world starts beyond the University . Beneath the supermarket the pavement-shops are loaded with colourful winter-garments . Winter has come at last ! Flower-shops . Familiar fragrance in the air . Whenever I get out of the bus at the church road of Berhampur , I smell a similar fragrance . The book fair . If winter comes can book fair be far behind ? The last time I visited Berhampur , it was during the book fair . Colourful sweaters on the pavement , shoes , saplings of seasonal flowers . The Square Field . Standing at the stalls for so long that legs start to hurt . And as I have my generous mother with me , who cares for the bill ? No , I ' m now on Bolpur-Sriniketan Road . It ' s a different place . I hear the local people talking in local dialect . A lorry passes by with huge pipes . My bicycle is so small . I am about to lose my way in the bypass . But unfortunately , I survive . Returning back . The road in front of the cinema hall is overcrowded after the end of the show . Probably it was ‘ Dangal ’. Most of them are girls . A girl has put a flower on her hair . I don ' t see her lover with her . The day ’ s gonna put out . I paddle my bicycle forcefully . A winter evening , tired and gloomy , finds warmth in a cup of tea .