there's this window in office--all boarded up with transparent plastic, thanks to the barely working acs--through which you get a glimpse of a time gone by,of an era which you can see only through boarded up windows. there are old run down houses there. just their rooftops. but that's all you need. there's one house which has a garden chair on the roof. rusty and neglected,somehow, it still manages to retain its charm. who sat there? on which windy evening overlooking the still growing calcutta? who thought what there? love thoughts? happy thoughts? sad,crushing ones? who sat there? amidst the ruins and overgrowth, i can still see all those generations, taking their evening stroll on that rooftop.or then again sunny winter afternoon. a little girl and her mother.oranges.warm, sweet smelling blankets. the winter sun. where did all those years go? where did all those people go?