In the narrow alleys of this rain soaked city. In an afternoon chai and buttered toast in small tea shops. The green shutter windows of the architectural houses, the rusty letter box that is still being used. In the afternoon robindro shongeet, in the evening addas at every para.
This city that has passed the test of time and yet stands gracefully, sometimes almost adamantly declining to move on, refusing to catch up...
A city brewing in nostalgia.
Such is my nostalgic Asansol...
This is a temporary 500-600m long, wooden bridge over the Damodar. I took this bridge to reach Ishwarpur, Bakura in 15 minutes from Burnpur, Bardhaman.
Every year the local political party builds up this bridge to see it get washed in every monsoon. They even charge Rs 20 for usage of this, and the local two wheeler owners pay that to cross Damodar.
Kolkata style egg roll, I used naan for the roll instead of normal maida paratha! Going to make into a roll below I eat! It was yummy! Sliced onions, chillies and ketchup just lush!