Sketch

To make a new experience, once I thought to walk down my home, from Esplanade to Tollygaunge….. I crossed the Chowrungee & walked down the foot of the Grand, I saw an oldman to his daily daydreams', eyes to the heaven - and hands to the earth, leaning there to the marble pillar beside the Bata-showroom. I crossed him and hundreds passed by, thousands looked at him and rest, running to the new market's new brand. Little further I went… infront of the Indian Museum, there I saw a woman, with her child in the warmth of her arms, sitting there crying for her life and praying for her child, but, none looked down to the present, rather, eager to know the legends, and hundreds came out by the history; rest were still in the museum, in the future through the time machine. I went on, walking down by the foot, crossed the road and further a two minutes of walk, as I headed to the Victoria Memorial Hall- the beautiful marble palace and its calm surrounding, there the couples making their day, and , one making a sketch of that beautiful marble architecture, but, none could make a sketch of that little baby's heart… who's clothings were only his naked body, crying for little shelter and thirst for mother's breast milk. He was born to make a new life, and he's lying there for someone could sketch his lost life. I realized then , what I thought of an experience to walk down to my home, from Esplanade to Tollygaunge, is an experience to make a sketch…. of the real life, in Kolkata.