Trip to our home, India - photo tour

Last month we went home, to India. It was a much needed break as I just finished months long arduous deal of writing GRE and TOEFL tests. And like every time, I didn't realize how a month's time went by as we hopped on to Mumbai, Nagpur and Kolkata. In between I also went to Durgapur and Burdwan. After 4 weeks, when we came back to Houston, I can hardly believe that the break is already over :(

And now I browse through the old photographs to recollect those sights and experiences and anticipate for our next visit.

The Mumbai International Airport has gone through major upgrades. The pavilion from disembarkation to arrival hall looks more like an art gallery and I thought of sharing some pictures from there. The installation is rightly named as "Jaya He" which means let there be victory. The art installation depict intricately carved scenes from temples, rural art forms, large cut  outs of Bollywood faces.

And here is the link to the Mumbai airport, in case anyone is interested in seeing more.

And then on another fine morning I went to Durgapur and Burdwan to place some official request to the university. It was a race against time, as I first had to get a forwarded letter from Durgapur Government College and then submit application to Burdwan University. I took an early morning train ride to Durgapur. Every time I step into my childhood town, my heart skips a bit and feels heavy. How I wish that I could spend some more time in my town and get soaked into the wintery charm. As the Shatabdi Express left Howrah station and moved towards Hooghly district, I was feeling ecstatic to see the paddy field wrapped in early morning fog and dew. It seemed as if the sky has descended down on earth.

Another Sunday morning Maa and I decided to have a quick trip at the  Jorasanko Thakurbari, the home where Rabindra Nath Tagore grew up. It was a quiet morning. Tucked inside the lanes of  Chitpur and Pathuriaghata, the big red house was resting beneath the shades of trees. For Rabindra Nath Tagore devotees, the visit to his ancestral house is more like a pilgrimage. The mansion has been converted to a museum and holds his personal memorabilia and paintings. Thakur bari initiated several movements in India, be it in the field of literature or arts or women empowerment. Walking through the house felt like peeping into the bygone days. Unfortunately photography is not allowed inside the mansion, hence I only took pictures from outside.

And with this, the short photo tour concludes. As I look back, the visual stimulation helps me to feel the warmth and comfort.

I hope 2017 is treating you well so far and wish everyone peace and happiness!