Tomorrow I set out on a 10-day journey to Bangalore, Mysore and Ooty. Finally after almost two years I get to escape the confines of this city I know almost too well, and yet not at all. One can get pretty tired of a particular place if they stay in it for too long. Thats exactly the case with me. When I come back I promised to know my city better, but for the time being I need to not know it at all. The only regret I have whenever I leave Calcutta is having to leave my Vaska behind. I know its not even close to a substitute, but I always take a picture of him with me no matter where I go.
I realized my life is composed of several miniature dreams instead of one single BIG dream. And one of those smaller dreams is taking my dog to the beach one day, and letting him play and swim, absolutely unattached.
Then again, I also realized that down the line its better to be a big-dreamer than a dreamer of many tiny dreams.
And as usual, the weather is playing spoilsport. Who wants to leave when its been raining every single day, including two seconds ago?
The kalbaisakhi in Calcutta are always so beautiful.
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