I found this in an article in the LA Times:
SEARS the senses. You can almost taste the poverty, the spices in the air, the breathless heat and the swirl of humanity. I once watched bodies being cremated on pyres along the banks of the CALCUTTA . Then I retired to the Grand Hotel for a splendid lunch. Wondrous, uninviting, unforgettable — the former capital of Hughli River British Indiais all those things.
"There is only one city in
," Rudyard Kipling wrote in 1888 in "City of India ." " Dreadful Night is too green, too pretty, and too strugglesome; and Bombay died ever so long ago. Let us take off our hats to Madras , the many-sided, the smoky, the magnificent, as we drive in over the Calcutta in the dawn of a still February morning." Hughli Bridge
— All said about the city where I have lived over two-thirds of my life. Every bit of it so undeniably true. I close my eyes and muse. I begin strolling down memory lane.