This is a thanking note to my friend Amartya Sinha..his  abode in Calcutta... where i stayed for few peaceful and satisfying days...so enduring
was every corner.. the food.. the hospitality...I thank you with my heart and love.

My friend…I have left a part of me there

So that you could be never away from me…

During the short walk to the house..

building up my apprehensions

visions of pillars and a porch..thru my dreamy eyes

and almost as expected

I saw a beautiful creeper hugging the wall.

Cars are parked and a rustic garage to the right

The entrance is as majestic…with a huge painting and a flawless carved stone

Some curios placed artistically and a breath-taking Moroccan ceiling lamp
emotions are swelling and my body soaks in the warmth.

Flight of stairs so began that…

Now...  the journey  is  nostalgic

The floor seems like Aladdin’s carpet

Sweeps me off to my childhood…

The dark mahogany furniture

so eager to speak out

The old light switches

The five bladed fans

The wooden partition or

the chest of drawers

the endless designs on the jade coloured floor

the bamboo chic so gently grace the space

the  dreamy white curtains

the high post English beds .. a depiction of a fine heritage.
Walls adorned with paintings so alive, ancestors and young times

so surreal as though, Tagore during a conversation

would get up and move to the lawns

a peep outside and you run down the stairs

the crouton and the bamboo shoots

the stone steps and the bright yet cozy corners

the squirrels and birds…

peace speaks to you…

it nudges you to experience more

u breathe in the earthy aroma of the kitchen

and suddenly the table is laid with

simple food yet extremely tasteful

Gracious elders of the family

Are so genuinely pleased

So accomplished and distinguished

Humble and unassuming
seeing them in you
makes me feel so proud

O…My friend…I have left a part of me there

So that you could  never be away from me...