Walking around and in conversation with people you notice the change. Incendiary graffiti still blankets Kolkata’s streets though it’s not as witty as before. The visceral distaste of the Bengali for material riches (has thankfully) melted away, but only to be replaced with the viciousness of let’s-get-rich-at-any-cost.
Commuters remain as angry and prickly as ever but the kinship that once prompted the Calcuttan to aid strangers, has given way to the transactional indifference of any urban conglomeration.

