Kolkata: Everest?

Kolkata

Kolkata

It’s a few hours to Kolkata, which I’m determined to spell that way forever in deference to the Bengali. Expecting dense smears of slum, I see only palm trees and diffuse development and puddles, a garden suburb enveloped in smog, at least from the air.

Cloud or Everest?

Cloud or Everest?

The airport is a grim huddle of hangers, we don’t disembark, and I’m not sure finally what we actually saw of the city. We ascend up into a white fog, catch just the briefest glimpse of a blue horizon and what may have been Everest or may have been a cloud, and then dive down a narrow valley into Bhutan. Had the windows opened I might have grabbed some leaves off the Cypress trees on the way down.

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