Its Christmas eve.
And Calcutta in winter is in its full glory.Mornings are ever so mild, yet warming.Days are cold, but the sun just assures that its comfortable.And when the sun goes down, the streets become decked up with lights that stay awake till late. Santa’s cap are briskly being sold by the vendor on a corner of the street.And men
and women are singing Christmas carols.It feels magical and dream like. Our favourite haunt, Park Street and its restaurants have long queues of patrons waiting for the doors to open and let them in, where roasted chicken breasts and turkeys have found their way into the menu.Wines and alcohol are freely flowing across the tables and livening up the mood.Calcutta’s colonial era clubs are back to life with year end celebrations.
The Bengal rowing club, which I encounter on my way back home, is abuzz with members jostling for car parking.True, the last few days of the year brings a spring in my step and it feels like enjoying a few good drinks,food and laughter with friends and family.
Merry Christmas!
