This is a piece by a neighbor from back home who became a friend and after I left home, a devoted son to my parents. They would probably adopt him if it didn’t involve the paperwork and justifying the unusual situation of two senior citizens adopting an adult who already has his own family…
Brought up in Kolkata, he left home for the first time to do his post-graduate studies in a faraway city called Jaipur (a very popular tourist destination that I would 100% recommend). Jaipur is popularly known as the ‘Pink City’ essentially because most of the city’s historic architectures fall within the red/pink color scheme. From a metropolitan like Kolkata, he moved to a city of forts, palaces, and handicrafts. The city did not speak his language or eat his food. You might think moving cities is not as difficult as moving countries but in a vastly diverse country like India, you would be surprised by the culture shock people can face when moving from one part to another.
This friend of mine also writes and voluntarily decided to contribute to my blog which I really appreciate. Sharing a poem written by him that he weaved during his recent visit to Jaipur. Hope you enjoy it as much as I did. 😊
"PINK Voyager"
Air of the city is a bait for explorers like me, the purity of it and the freshness reckons my submerged desire.
I delve, I stare, I grin; seeing all those picturesque, which happens seldom back at my den.
Jaipur happens to be my guilty pleasure, just like “How I met your mother”.
The city has my emotion, countless staring nights, and the best sandwich course in no time.
Fortunately, it was my first place outside my home-door threshold.
Surprisingly, my father accepted my stay over there.
Sadly, I had to take a crucial decision of my own.
Momentarily, the shack’s tea in dusky winters still excites me.
Reading lamps, cabinet lights, and my writings bore the intensity of my vision.
I gave them autonomy to brainstorm with me.
My duffel bag stored the numerous unsaid thoughts.
The phone lock-screen displayed “It’s a heart of a writer, painted with PINK color”.
-Anindya Paul