the journey begins
I remember clearly that day when Daddy came home from work a little later than usual and announced that he had an exciting job offer from a factory owner in Delhi. I had come home a little earlier having spent the last few hours with Surjit. I was more than a little sweaty in the sultry Calcutta evening. I was in this process of taking off my drenched clothes when Daddy gave us the news and the lights went out. Calcutta in the 70s and 80s was the load shedding capital of India. But I loved the place. We lived in an upscale area right across Alipore. It was called New Alipore. I had spent many hours there on the roads of Blocks F , A and even G ; completed my schooling from khidirpur -St Thomas Boys and had very dear friends who I would be forced to part with soon. When I said that New Alipore was an upscale colony, I meant that it was relatively very clean and was chiefly inhabited by mid level businessmen and white collared executives working in companies like Metal Box, Shalimar...