As one walks back from an evening class to the hostel, one passes by the famed lakes of Joka. The jetty, where a lone guy would be standing, lost in his thoughts. The auditorium's imposing structure, making you realise where you are. Take a short diversion and you reach the howrah bridge. The feeling of satisfaction one gets standing there and thinking about the journey that life has been till now, is perhaps unmatched.
I am in love.
I love joka.