Nostalgia
With winter comes the need of warmth from sweaters as well as loved ones and obviously the latter is the one for which we creed more but for me this is gonna be yet another “icey icey” winter where even holding hands has become overrated .always bound by the governance of my parents i had wrongly thought that a job could give me my final deserving freedom of doing just everything but alas all goes in vain when Calcutta just wont leave me .everyday passing by nicco park and seeing couples holding each other i feel the chills more out of rage or maybe pain .my morning starts with my mother lamenting on the fact that i am so ordinary doing nothing great unlike my relatives, doing an ordinary job and not getting through any mba entrance or rather any exams, that is followed by the shuttle drive to sector 5 which is crowded with people complaining about their jobs or polluting the air with cigarette smoke and the lucky ones do find a lot of joints to make the deprived feel jealous (myself