It seemed a perfect afternoon after a long time - rain drenched and cloudy - brishti , shorshe ilish aar bhaat ghum, though I did skip the last one in the end, and did my pending corrections.The garden looked good, fresh , green - and rainwashed. I love Kolkata in the rains...especially the tram rides in the drizzle through the verdant maidan. Haven't done that in a long ,long time though. In college it was quite a ritual that instead of coming home from Park Circus to Ballygunj, we would take a detour via Maidan- the large stretch of greenery where boys played football, hawkers sold anything from chickpeas to pav-bhaji and lovers found their own space taking their island of refuge from a thousand peering eyes.- It was so different from the world of bricks and mortars . I would put my face out to catch the wind on my face or the raindrop and feel the gush of freedom. It was so long ago, seems another lifetime. I remember a funny anecdote - on a trip to Sunder...