BLUE KOLKATA
The city of Kolkata which is getting painted in blue as often as once in every fortnight to maybe camouflage how womanhood is getting devoid of admiring the natural sky color in their lives and portraying a “dented and painted” picture of the more inclusive black emulsion in the novel azure. Noted as one of the safest cities around the world which mainly concerned food lovers, poetry devotee and folklore who would indignantly accept change but still never raise a finger has sadly become a sadistic landscape. I ,as a woman ,loved this aristocratic conurbation where I could deck myself in any fashion and people wouldn’t care, maybe they would talk behind my back, ogle me but now I am scared. I loved the times when traveling via public transit was an uninhibited matter even at late nights when guardians wouldn’t worry about their wards taking a 9’0 clock bus back home but now I am scared. I am scared to walk in crowded lanes, I am scared to walk through empty streets, now I am eve