So it is called the City Of Joy. The joy of not getting hit by the bus every minute. The joy of not dying from all the carbon. If, by the grace of all the gods you survive these two, I am pretty sure, the next will kill you the moment you step out of your home. You got it right !
Kudos! Its the heat! People talking less about it, makes me want to shout it to their faces. We all know it. But we want to pretend that it is absolutely normal, while screaming inside, because somebody just farted few inches away from your face. A sudden whirl inside your stomach. Your body wants to let it out but you can not. Not, while your hanging by the edge of the seat. Tackling, the jerking ride to the station, obviously, you can not afford to live there. So, you are slipping away little by little at every stop , because you had to cover your nose. Finally, you reach the station. You thank your butt for being so strong. And you prepare for the ultimate fight.
That would be BONGAON LOCAL.
P.S- This is to those vloggers, who portray Kolkata as nice as their little voice overs.