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.
St Vincent’s wasn’t just a school… it was a rhythm of whistles, prayers, and playground dreams. These Bengali reflections trace the roots of a boy who’d one day write them down.
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