For years I had shunned the idea of traveling to Calcutta — now I know, and I wish I hadn’t.

Maybe it was the poverty porn preferred by western media — ‘ the city of the dying’, Mother Teresa and her work amongst the poor, successive Leftist governments’ anarchy — these I submit as excuses, and for atonement.

As the aircraft flexes its wing in descent, the ground below looks wonderfully fertile, in multiple shades of green. And there is water everywhere, in ponds, canals, lakes, streams, and a wide brown snaking river-Hooghly. Outside Dum-Dum airport, the air is a…

Ajay Goel

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