Kolkata wasn’t just my first metro city...it was a classroom. From St. Xavier’s College to street food by Victoria, this is a tribute to the formative chaos of my youth in Bengal.
We remember the smell of chalk and the sound of bells, but seldom the walls. This post revisits how my school’s architecture shaped more than lessons...it shaped imagination and poise.
Hackney carriages aren’t just transport...they’re theatre. This post explores the cultural heartbeat behind London’s black taxis, where silence, stories, deals, heartbreaks and symmetry coexist in the backseat of a city on wheels.
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