202
There is nothing in this number which can decant you from a world of electronic nonsense into a poetic slumber but a nostalgic walk on a sunday morning from Deshapriya Park to Gariahata in Calcutta will put you in tears. I believe you to be a literary by heart reading this blog. It's 202 Rashbehari Avenue, a house defaced worst than those by hypocrit political graffitis. It is hard to walk along this southern pavement on a weekday. You can't even notice the house obnoxiously cramped behind innumerable makeshift shops many of them proudly displaying cheap undergarments for sale. In true sense this house is in a dilapidated state. The best way is to locate the shops (see photograph) and the narrow interface leading to this hallmark establishment. Buddhadev Bosu the poet, who lived in this house affectionately named it "Kabita Bhavan" (eng. House of poetry). It was a long acquaintance from 1937 to 1966. You won't have to be a believer of supernaturals to be enthralled by 202. Just close your eyes, hold your breath and lean on the walls, pressing hard your ears on them. You can still hear vibrant emotions of Samar Sen, Jibanananda Das, Bishnu Dey, Samaresh Basu and galaxies of literatis, flowing. (also read BOOKS and BOOKS)(also read FACTS NEWS VIEWS)
There is nothing in this number which can decant you from a world of electronic nonsense into a poetic slumber but a nostalgic walk on a sunday morning from Deshapriya Park to Gariahata in Calcutta will put you in tears. I believe you to be a literary by heart reading this blog. It's 202 Rashbehari Avenue, a house defaced worst than those by hypocrit political graffitis. It is hard to walk along this southern pavement on a weekday. You can't even notice the house obnoxiously cramped behind innumerable makeshift shops many of them proudly displaying cheap undergarments for sale. In true sense this house is in a dilapidated state. The best way is to locate the shops (see photograph) and the narrow interface leading to this hallmark establishment. Buddhadev Bosu the poet, who lived in this house affectionately named it "Kabita Bhavan" (eng. House of poetry). It was a long acquaintance from 1937 to 1966. You won't have to be a believer of supernaturals to be enthralled by 202. Just close your eyes, hold your breath and lean on the walls, pressing hard your ears on them. You can still hear vibrant emotions of Samar Sen, Jibanananda Das, Bishnu Dey, Samaresh Basu and galaxies of literatis, flowing. (also read BOOKS and BOOKS)(also read FACTS NEWS VIEWS)
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