Few months after I reached to America, I was invited to go to a meeting of Bengali community. Name of the person who hosting the meeting is Jahar Bhattacharya, agenda how to build a community center/temple for bengali in New York. I was very surprised to see so many Bengali in one room. Before this I had no idea that so many Bengali lived in New York. Subsequently I saw more Bengali when I went to Durga puja celebration at Manhattan.This helped me a lot to get over the homesickness I was suffering from since I left Kolkata.
Soon after my arrival to New York I was dying to see Manhattan . I heard so many stories about the place. I wanted to visit the place called Times Square.
So with lots of instructions and caution notes from my well wishers one day I took no. 7 subway to Manhattan.The subway station I felt very heartless, so much steel and metallic noises I didn't like. Peoples were not very friendly either.Manhattan really took my breath out . So many tall building so close to each other I never seen before. I felt very small. It took me a while to get used to this tall buildings, in times Square I saw those adult stores. My ears got red ,I felt nervous,scared if some one may see me near this place. Knowing very well all people I know lives on the other side of the world.
Soon after my arrival to New York I was dying to see Manhattan . I heard so many stories about the place. I wanted to visit the place called Times Square.
So with lots of instructions and caution notes from my well wishers one day I took no. 7 subway to Manhattan.The subway station I felt very heartless, so much steel and metallic noises I didn't like. Peoples were not very friendly either.Manhattan really took my breath out . So many tall building so close to each other I never seen before. I felt very small. It took me a while to get used to this tall buildings, in times Square I saw those adult stores. My ears got red ,I felt nervous,scared if some one may see me near this place. Knowing very well all people I know lives on the other side of the world.
When I left for America from Dumdum airport(now they call it Netaji Subhash Ch. Bose international airport) ,that was my first plane ride. I was so excited,fortunately got a window seat. Felt sad as my city got gradually small then disappeared under the clouds. In Delhi I have change plan ,this time it was bigger plane Boeing 735. Again I got a window seat . I was tired fell sleep then with a jerking suddenly I woke up. It was early morning. Outside view was so amazing I was thrilled. Our plane is gliding over layers of pink clouds. Again i felt sadness I wanted my mom,dad,my brother, sisters to share this beauty with me.
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