Heading homewards after meeting my favourite uncle last week, I was struck by the sight of black clouds roiling in a corner of the sky as the car headed towards the bridge over the lake in south Kolkata. The swirling pillows of charcoal-grey were hurtling towards us with astounding speed, and I could see my driver looking anxiously to his left as the wind picked up. It was still a gentle breeze and it dispelled the day’s energy-sapping humid
Date with nor’wester need not be stormy
