Kolkata, my one true love. My food paradise. Over the years, as I have been bestowed with layers and layers of new chapters in life, I find it difficult to take out the time to visit my city. In the past few years, I have only been able to visit Kolkata once a year. But, those five days in the city of joy fills me in with the deepest love ever.
When you think of Kolkata’s old spelling (Calcutta), it conjures up images of the colonial-era, replete with its aura of sophistication and the grandiloquent structure of the Victoria Memorial. But Kolkata is much more than its British architecture – it is a daily festival.