Guest posting on AnirbanSaha.com today

You flow effortlessly into the remainder of my nostalgia; a life of stamps on postcards, of sophisticated salons and bittersweet before-dinner drinks; of operas and foreign languages and relics from faraway lands.

I am honored that Anirban Saha, he of many hats, has asked me to guest post about my connect to Kolkata on his blog. He is a photographer, blogger, social media shining star, programmer, and deep thinker who I am pleased to call friend. As I make sense of my experiences with words, he composes and captures images to make sense of his world, and his photography site is not to be missed. I have met few people in this life who feel with the intensity - and express with the clarity - that he does. Sharing this 'piece of soul,' as he termed it when we first discussed this post, seemed a bit daunting and yet perfectly natural at the same time. I could not have written it with any other inspiration.

Do go read my short piece on my experience with Kolkata, and how it connects to the best of my life - Kolkata, a Love Story.

One hour of sky

Today I come in thanks for one drop of grace

Amidst pain and farewell

And pavement and rotting leaves

I drank in one full hour

Of my urgent September sky

So many things have come 

To battle me, to knock me down

Yet I stand strong, smiling against odds

Then the gentle breeze of dusk

Sends me sobbing to my knees

You are here, you will be here

This is all yours, these cries,

This reverie, this context, this trouble

All this and more, so much more,

So much precious

If it is only a pebble to you, I implore you,

Hold it as a ruby; but even if you kick it

With your gold-sandaled feet,

Scattering it into anonymity,

It cannot be destroyed

In the same scope of eternity,

September is forever yours--

All but my one hour

Of urgent, scathing, melting,

soothing sapphire autumn sky.