avatarParoma Sen

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The website content is a reflective narrative describing a child's sensory-rich morning experiences in the city of Calcutta, inspired by a prompt from Somsubhra Banerjee.

Abstract

"Sensory Calcutta Mornings" captures the vivid sensory experiences of a child in Calcutta, evoking the sights, sounds, and smells that characterize the start of a day in the City of Joy. The narrative is a creative response to a prompt by Somsubhra Banerjee and expresses gratitude for being tagged in the associated discussion. It paints a picture of the sensory confusion that can accompany waking up, humorously contemplating the mix-up between the sound of chickens and the smell of burning, before resolving into the comforting realization of the familiar: the excited clucking of chickens and the scent of a grandmother's old stove. The piece concludes with an affirmation of the joy of being alive in a city so rich in sensory experiences.

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  • The author conveys a sense of childlike wonder and confusion when interpreting early morning sensory inputs.
  • There is a humorous tone in the contemplation of a worse scenario involving the sound of burning and the smell of chickens.
  • The narrative suggests a fondness for the city's morning atmosphere, highlighting the vibrant and lively aspects of Calcutta.
  • The piece expresses a personal connection to the city, with references to family (grandmother's stove) and the joy of daily life.
  • The author seems to appreciate the small, everyday moments that contribute to the larger tapestry of life in Calcutta.

Sensory Calcutta Mornings

A child’s experience of the City of Joy

Image by Devanath from Pixabay

This is in response to Somsubhra Banerjee’s prompt, linked below. Thank you for tagging me!

The sound of chickens, The smell of burning,

Or is it — The sound of burning, And the smell of chickens?

No, no, no — That would be much worse, my sleep addled brain tells me, waking gradually, in short bursts

The sound of chickens — Excited! The smell of burning — Grandmother’s old stove!

The start of a new day.

It’s wonderful to be alive in Sensory Calcutta.

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