(Illustration: Srijani Nag, 2nd year student of B.Sc. Graphics and Animation, School of Media and Communication, Adamas University)
Packed my bags, left my past,
Chased new dreams, moving fast.
Bangalore’s buzz, Pune’s haze,
Thought I’d bloom in brand-new ways.
Chased new dreams, moving fast.
Bangalore’s buzz, Pune’s haze,
Thought I’d bloom in brand-new ways.
Searched for home on Church Road’s bends,
In Lonavala mist that swirled like friends.
Late-night chai, long drives alone,
In Lonavala mist that swirled like friends.
Late-night chai, long drives alone,
Still, my heart felt like a phone on roam.
Built a life in rented flats,
Fairy lights and welcome mats.
But walls don’t talk, and doors don’t sing,
Home was never just a thing.
Fairy lights and welcome mats.
But walls don’t talk, and doors don’t sing,
Home was never just a thing.
Then one day, back I came,
Kolkata whispered, still the same.
Howrah stood like time stood still,
Kolkata whispered, still the same.
Howrah stood like time stood still,
Trams rolled past, slow but real.
Phuchka stalls near Victoria’s grace,
Hooghly winds in a warm embrace.
Hooghly winds in a warm embrace.
Maybe home was never lost,
Just a feeling I once tossed.
Just a feeling I once tossed.
Not in a city, not in a key,
But in the way I carry me.
But in the way I carry me.
- Sagarika Das, alumni (batch of 2021)
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