Situated at the banks of the Hooghly river is my city, Kolkata. The city of joy, home to bengali people.
Kolkata or formerly known as Calcutta is formed of the three villages Sutanuti, Gobindapur & Kalikata. Kolkata used to be the British capital during colonial rule.
The name Kolkata is the Bengali version of the anglicized name Calcutta. Some say that the city derives its name from one of the three village that now form it- Kalikata, or the land of Goddess Kali.
Historically speaking Kolkata has always been the centre for politics and violence.
From being the capital since british rule in india or having one of the worst records of political violence since the communist rule.
But it has also been a centre for revolution.
Many of the freedom fighters, artists, noble lauretes are all from kolkata.
The first noble prize winner, the first female doctor in india...
They belonged to Kolkata.
If you visit Kolkata during the months of October, you'd see the city dressed in lights and multiple pandals for celebrating the arrival of the goddess Durga.
Her idol is seen, mount on a lion, with her 10 hands holding weapons, and killing the male demon with a trishul(weapon with 3 blades)
Or if you walk into the temple of the goddess Kali, you will find a dark skinned, half naked women holding a dagger, standing on top of her husband's chest, wearing the garland of heads of the men she killed around her neck. Her tongue might be out in shame of stepping on her husband, but eyes reflect rage.
Rage.
That is what we feel today.
Thousands of men and women alike, marching off the roads of the city.
About 6000 police mobilised for the protest
Police attacking them with tear gas, showers, even beating up and arresting the peaceful protesters.
Funny how the police couldn't protect the crime scene when goons came and vandalised it...
Yet they be out there barricading the city like its WW3?
That single girl's spine was so strong...
That to break it, a state's whole system had to go down?
I hope the doctors never return to their duties...
I hope the protests continue.
Because tomorrow, it can be me...
It can be my friend...
My mother
Or my sister...
How many candle marches...
How many protesters?
How many social media posts?
Will I be alive to see that?
That's why here is my prayer...
For my city that's burning...
For my city that I love...
Lets not stop the protests...
Let it take an even more terrifying color tomorrow
Not until we see FREEDOM
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