Calcutta – 1977 – Bally Junction Police Station. Never before had Mihir seen Calcutta rain like this, piercing like needles falling from the sky as he walked braving the strong winds that came along. He was carrying his promotion letter and did not even bother to keep it in his bag. The envelope felt like... Continue Reading →

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