And after a long time, the idiot Kolkata br was sanctified by my uncherished visit. br br The tuberail greeted me with a leper smile. br from the dump of coconuts, three lakh beggars br bowed to welcome me. br And after a long time, br I walked upon the cold tramlines. br Just then, one by one, br glowed up the blue advertisement, blue lights, br and I remembered the sign of br a brassiere hanging like a sinful desire br from the sleeping berth in the train. br br O God, I am not feeling cold in this breeze. br Has Kolkata lost its wintry chill br by the warmth of its scantily-clad women? br br I continued to walk with a lighted cigarette br ripping the chest of Kolkata.