My Boyhood Days

Abstract

'The Calcutta where I was born was an altogether ·old-world place Hackney carriages lumbered bout. The city raising clouds of dust, and. the whips fell on the backs of skinny horses whose bones showed plainly elbow their hide. There were no trams then, no buses, no motors. Business was not the breathless rush that it is now the days went by in leisurely fashion. Clerks would take a good pull at the hookah before starting for office, and chew their betel as they went along.