This is a humour column (with occasional short stories)
published every Saturday night. It is strictly not to be
taken seriously and to be enjoyed thoroughly!
What was so special about that one particular night, he could never figure out. He could definitely explain a few things, maybe it was the sound of her voice, or how the weather knew when not to rain in a typical monsoon night. But he could never pinpoint it out. Calcutta is not a place …
