Kolkata, it boiled me with its cacophony. Opening my eyes and providing me much to see. An overwhelmingly, acute, sensory overload, teeming with major paradoxical details. From the undeniably impressive, contemporary hotels, to the crumbling colonial architectural facades. The physical structure of the city's mazed streets, allowing your loss into oppulent luxury. The Victoria Memorial dazzling with light shows, whilst opposite, the plastic sheeting creates families homes. Simultaneously fixating and crazy confusing. Difference in desire between the pearl white, roaring mercedes, and haphazard painting of the multi-coloured 'yellow' taxi. Sharing roads with the saree ladies, cows, the businessmen, the scooters and population in droves. Bursting with noise, and passion, but not patience, the gesticulating drivers shouting obscenities; at the shoe-less orphans running wildly across busy lanes. An outsider - the camel - through the eye of a needle, as you say, impossible, well we say you're wrong! You carve out a small channel for the water to stream through and the train to pass by as it stops or continues. Sheru, they shout, be brave and forgiving, breath in the scent of this city's wild heart beating.
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