Jamaica Farewell

I used to lead a hostel life from class XI. But this is for the first time when I have to go outside WB. RKM was a bong dominated institute, as it is situated at the heart of the state. And I never felt a little bit of inconvenience there in RKM. IIT is a national institute, with lots of people from outside Bengal. And many of the residents of the kharagpur town are also non-Bong. But still, here, with my cultural background and with the help of my friends, I had made a Bong-barrier around me, and used to reign there. But for the first time I have to leave my den. So I am really feeling a bit nervous, probably, for the first time ( or second, or third ... )in my life. And so, even before going, I have started thinking to come back to my sweet Kolkata, a very near and dear friend of mine. The flooding yellow lights, the narrow streets, Nandan, South City, Navina Cinema, Big Bazar, the beautiful parks, the harsh traffic, the tremendous bus journeys in over-packed buses, the nonstop slangs towards the poor driver, the stink of fellow passengers, the humidity, the long power-cuts, the water logging, the dresses hanging on the roof of my home, the retired hand-pump standing straight at one corner, the open window just beside my bed giving a great view of the full moon night -- everything have started attracting me and binding me tighter with all their emotions and fragrances. Well, I shall miss you a lot, my dear Kolkata, my dear's Kolkata. Back in Hyderbad, I shall certainly write you and for you. And will be back as soon as possible to my city.