Once upon a time in Calcutta

Once it ran as the pulse of the city - carrying motives, connecting destinations. The British charm, Hindustani enchantment  - the train is a unique cultural legacy for Calcutta.
Walking upon the trek, I see transcendence - right from those white frilled dresses hanging from the windows in early 18th century - to those colorful turbans and bundles of goods visible from the whooshing door - to this day where I walk on this solitary lanes alone.
The trek still resonates sounds of the time passed by. It has stories of running around the city - at different paces - in it's life's phases.
Now, it stands as the dried rose in an old diary. Still with fragrence.Still holding memories. But now, it is much less visited. Like those specific hours where you need to merge with your roots.