|car, next to alka's home, kalighat, kolkata, 08th march 2012|
I got up. Early, very early for me. Rushed. The taxi was booked for half 5. So at half 5 we would be there.
I sat at the end 5. 40 in front of his house. Waited. The sun slowly coming. A few people on the street.
|pen store, next to alka's home, kalighat, kolkata, 08th march 2012|
The house were alka is living is posh, very nobel, in a great area, close to a park and a lake. Inside beautiful wooden furniture, two maids, two drivers. Great. Parents lovely, giving, nice.
Anyway the house is in a street. On the one hand posh buildings, on the other the slums.
Alka's mum said it used to be there for ages. Could not do anything against it. Was just there, Strange within this rich area. And it is ok. They are nice. Just they leave the rubbish outside, they are loud at night. They try to tell them that but it does not help.
|next to alka's home, kalighat, kolkata, 08th march 2012|
|bike, next to alka's home, kalighat, kolkata, 08th march 2012|
The driver comes, finally. He is tired, still in his night wear. He got woken up by a guy on the street, asked something, in bangla, I knocked. Think I understood. He knocked on the driver’s door, screamed. I smiled.
5 minutes later we drive. He dressed I am awake.
|bikerider, next to alka's home, kalighat, kolkata, 08th march 2012|
|dog, kolkata, 08th march 2012|