When in Calcutta..

On my way back from Calcutta, during the boring 2.5 hour flight to Ahmedabad, with the never ending blue horizon, the piercing sun, and the stiff-haired air hostesses for company, I decided to fill up a couple of pages of my handy sketchbook with memories of my hometown. For some reason, this year had been extra special for many reasons, but mostly because I confined myself to the comforts of home for a (much needed) change. For a change I got a chance to celebrate the mundane joys of life, like a lazy bus ride to nowhere, a heavy breakfast at home followed by a nap followed by lunch again, and much much more..