There are those moments in your life which seems like just yesterday, where time stops and you find yourself much much younger. Whenever you think of these cracks in time, you are transported to the golden days of yester-years, when you actually had time to read books, listen to music or do nothing. Walking down the memory lanes, I see myself on those hot, sweaty Kolkata afternoons. I can hear the ceaseless whizzing of the fan, the tireless call of the doves on the windows and the ticking of our old grandfather clock. I recall reading Ray’s creation, visualizing Feluda as he traveled on his missions throughout India and abroad.
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