It is my first morning in Calcutta and I have gone for a run. My hotel is just a few tired and tattered blocks from the sparklingVictoria Memorial. Night has just lifted as I begin a slow circuit around the Maidan, the great park in the heart of Calcutta. Something big is happening here this morning and I have yet to learn what it is.
days later. I learn that on January 26th in 1950 India signed its constitution. Now it is one of just 3 National Holidays.
Every bit of clothing is clean and pressed. Shoes are shined and medals are bright and yet perfection does not come easily.
Yet this is just the beginning of so much more to see.