You and Ila make me homesick… and I thank you for that. Another wonderful piece, Ayush. Thank you for reminding us of our history and preserving it for all, including those who’d rather not remember.
This is such a fragrant essay on a city within a city. I grew up in Kolkata. Metiabruz was always a distant place in the city. Or a place for active NGO interventions. I will go back to this inner city, the next time I am in Kolkata
I wish for a life where I can just read stuff like your susbtack, Ayush. It has been so difficult and so anxiety-inducing not to be able to catch up. This was so good..I hope you could make a voice note of the person's voice who read the inscriptions in lucknowi/Lucknowwa (I won't say - Lakhnavi) urdu...Mera Lucknow...hamesha sabse khoobsurat. Thank you, A.
This reminds me of my internship days when I wandered around the streets of Metiabruz. I am from Bengal and I get why you call this place a city within a city. I realised it too while shopkeepers responded to my Hindi in chaste Urdu. I also remember Wajid Ali’s portraits in a couple of shops where I had lunch or tea. At that time, I didn’t know who he was. I didn’t bother to ask either. Now I know.
Lovely piece Ayush. So much history around us, we have barely scratched the surface I guess.
Thank you Rakhi!
Such a delightful read! Next time I am in Bangalore, would love to explore Chikkujala with you, if you have not already.
Thank you Binu! And what a wonderful idea! Please let me know when you're in the city next. Would love to catch up and explore!
Will do for sure. And of now, second half of December. 🙂
Great read, Ayush. His exile is a tragic story, but it also gave us the Calcutta Biriyani. :)
Also, that portrait of the Nawab never fails to impress me. What swag!
Thank you Rohan! And absolutely, I mean id never dream of pulling it off haha
Fascinating
Thank you!
lovely piece Ayush!
Thank you, Savvy!
What a terrific piece! Really enjoyed reading it.
Thanks so much, Dhruv! Means a lot. Really glad you liked it :)
You and Ila make me homesick… and I thank you for that. Another wonderful piece, Ayush. Thank you for reminding us of our history and preserving it for all, including those who’d rather not remember.
Thanks so much Prerna 🤗
This is such a fragrant essay on a city within a city. I grew up in Kolkata. Metiabruz was always a distant place in the city. Or a place for active NGO interventions. I will go back to this inner city, the next time I am in Kolkata
Thank you Manisha! Glad you liked it :)
I wish for a life where I can just read stuff like your susbtack, Ayush. It has been so difficult and so anxiety-inducing not to be able to catch up. This was so good..I hope you could make a voice note of the person's voice who read the inscriptions in lucknowi/Lucknowwa (I won't say - Lakhnavi) urdu...Mera Lucknow...hamesha sabse khoobsurat. Thank you, A.
This reminds me of my internship days when I wandered around the streets of Metiabruz. I am from Bengal and I get why you call this place a city within a city. I realised it too while shopkeepers responded to my Hindi in chaste Urdu. I also remember Wajid Ali’s portraits in a couple of shops where I had lunch or tea. At that time, I didn’t know who he was. I didn’t bother to ask either. Now I know.