Calcutta winters smell like home.
Calcutta was easier because there was only one parent.
One extremely mostly co-operative parent.
Another absentee phone parent.
Because there was carpet floor and fake Tibetan soup and orange streetlight glow under my window in December.
Because Harshita and Sreeja were always only one local SMS or about five minutes away.
And I saw most of my friend five times a week unless they were bunking. I didn't have to care about what to wear in the morning.
If my parents yelled I could only hear one of them. And I never had to hear the Ominous Revving of the Car and the Slam of the Door.
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