The rolls are still the same but Calcutta isn’t
January 9, 2021, 11:34 AM IST
Commerce is no longer considered vulgar, nor is genteel poverty an ideal
It was almost exactly 30 years ago that I moved for 2 years to Calcutta as a young mother. With our baby son looked after very ably by a very old-fashioned ayah—who brooked no interference from rookie mothers—and an always-busy husband, I took to exploring our south Calcutta neighbourhood. That meant long walks down streets whose houses looked singularly drab. The high point of my daily jaunt was a double egg-double chicken roll from Campari.