Memorizing poems by Nazrul and Jibanananda Das

Roaming around in college street and buying second hand but rare books

Listening to Tagore early in the morning while everyone is asleep

Waiting for Sunday Suspense episodes and listening to them after a tiring day

Just chilling out with a sketchbook in the South Park Street Cemetery

Reading Bengali comics on Sundays (nonte-fonte, hada-bhoda, batul)

Old Bengali movie marathons

Writing notes at the coffee house

Spending hours at the National Library

Sipping tea while reading a book at the Oxford bookshop in Park Street

Having cha with your friends at the rooftop

Going to Nandan for film festivals.

A meetup with all your old friends. Starting it with fish fry and gossips and ending it with singing purono shei diner kotha

Learning how to sew from your Dida/Thamma (grandmother)

Collecting all the issues of Anandamela and Shuktara

Reading your grandmother’s rannar khata(cook book)

Randomly quoting Tagore

Going to boi mela and buying as many books as you can carry.

Listening to an audiobook while sitting at the outram ghat or just watching people go on about their daily lives.

Reading more bengali books

A weekend getaway to Shantiniketan and reading books in peace (also some shopping from shonajhuri)

Visiting churches in Krishnanagar and Chandannagore

Making a list of mishtis that you need try out

learning any instrument and playing robindroshongeet on it

buying posters for your room from esplanade hawkers

Going on long walks along southern avenue

I’m gonna add a few on how it’s like in Dhaka-

Roaming around the bookshops in Nilkhet and New Market area, going through the old books and eventually ending up buying them.

Finding yourself reading at Batighar or Pathak Samabesh on weekends and leaving before afternoon because it tends to get crowded

Lots of lazy days on old bangla lit when sunlight is pouring through and you wish you were in 20’s Kolkata.

Going for outings with your friends at Puran Dhaka- scared to get lost in these old alleyways but at the same time mesmerized to see the examples of old Dhaka’s architecture. Also you know you regret that you can’t try all kind of snacks, kebabs, tikkas and the drinks in one day but glad because you wanna keep coming back to try something new each time in this old town.

Listening to your grandma talk about how the open fields and roads she once knew became into a city filled with buildings and streets now.