Kolkata. There’s just so much to take in. From the moment we stepped out from the airport in the cold and misty night, we knew we should’ve just stay inside and wait until the sun rise. I thought I could handle everything India could throw at me – I was overwhelmed. I forgot how different and diverse India could be, and I forgot what a culture shock and assault on the sense of the alienated city would be.
At the end of the day, it wasn’t that bad at all; the run down city, life on the streets, the old cliché culture. There’s people and activity everywhere. Stories are everywhere if you’re just standing on one spot. Every streets you go down is like a visual feast.