Calcutta On My Mind

Calcutta on my mind today.

My first visit to the great city was for a wedding. The way back on the Madras Mail, I stood at the door and smoked a handful in the cold wind rushing past. Towards the end, one girl came and asked if she could borrow matches. Before she could light up, a battery of cops came and she had to dart to the toilet to smoke. I didn’t meet her until a couple of mornings later on platform 8 in Madras when we both had a big laugh.

It was good while it lasted. Cheap travel, carefree sex in the haze of alcohol and other good things.