I am in Kolkata for a few days. When I come to this city, I think about this city. I meet some of my people. I watch a film. Go to some good eating joints. Generally remain indoors. I don't read newspaper. I don't have access to TV. Yet I can feel its openness, its closeness. I don't miss the city when I leave. But I want to come back to the city. My roots are not in this city. I have no special attraction for this city. Yet I want good for the city. I would not like to stay here permanently. But I like to keep in touch with the city.
My relationship with the city seems to be deeply layered, a mix of nostalgia, distance, and a unique sense of belonging without attachment. It is like the city holds a special place in my heart, even if it is not a place I long to settle permanently. The city offers for me a cultural richness, a sense of history, and perhaps a connection to a part of me that resonates with the spirit of the city.
May be I visit the city to recharge myself, touching base with something familiar yet not entirely necessary for my daily life. The city feels like a place where I can reflect, absorb its essence, and then step away without feeling a sense of loss. I desire for the city's well-being, even if I don't feel tied to it by roots or constant presence. This is a complex relationship with a city, yet not strange. I want to capture the essence of the city without fully understanding it. I want to live here without making it my permanent home.
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