#exploringcalcutta

Kolkataar aesthetics hocchhe dakhbaar moton. ❤️

I trip over where I started —

the girl with nothing but bad timing and mostly good intentions.

The mother struggling with her own trauma while trying to rid my world of it.

Without these two women, what would the story even be?

The triumphs lose their shine without the rust that came before.

I owe everything to the starting line —

messy, unglamorous, unfiltered.

I still see it in front of me, like an old familiar and friendly joke that never gets old.

And so, when the applause comes — soft or thunderous —

I hear those first cries echo through it.

I wish to never be arrogant,

so that every victory I hold

still bows before the ghost of my beginnings.