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Is one of your loves Bachchan or Butter Chicken? Nirma. Usha.

Honk, brake, move a few inches. Do you miss those long drives? Hawkins. Shout out to the sabjiwala from the third floor. Home delivery has always been our thing. Paranthe waali gali, Chole Bhature, Golgapppes. Rallies, strikes and demonstrations; when life comes to a standstill. Fill shopping bags at Esplanade. Bargaining purely for thrill. Long walks, stray dogs and bias. Chalta hai. Charyo thi w

yo aahin cha. Toomar naam ki? Loving the fumes at Marine Drive. Filing in Income Tax. STD. ISD. PCO. Papad. Daal Pakwan. Koki. Kadi. Sunday is a day when we wake up & shower late, eat brunch and sleep more. It is a holiday. Period. Puchkas. Rasogullas. Park Street. Narrow lanes. Seemati. Jayalakshmi. Alukkas. Bhima. Oberon. SRK and CP. Love them, hate them, can’t ignore them. Loud, louder, loudest Diwali parties. Imported. Rapes. Politics. Crickets. The crisp lungis. Aroma of fresh flowers in the hair. Coconut oil. Autorickshaw walleh bhaiya, dhobi bhaiya, driver bhaiya…
Puttu and Kadala. P**l Appam. Kappa and fish curry. Horn. Ok. Please. Happy hours. Desi theka. Drinking water, water filters.


I live in Dubai & I dearly, insanely and annoyingly miss the colour, chaos and culture of home, India. May be I am your neighbour, maybe not. In any case you would not know for who has the time to ring a door bell and say hello to a neighbour when there is Facebook. So till we meet let’s get to know each other & many others through The Indian Trumpet! Let’s talk all things Indiayeah!! Let’s blow the trumpet and make some noise about all things Indian here.

We never really leave.We may pack our bags.We may fly away.But something always stays back.And calls us home.Kolkata is ...
24/06/2025

We never really leave.
We may pack our bags.
We may fly away.
But something always stays back.
And calls us home.
Kolkata is not a place. It’s a pull.


We find stillness in chaos.Honking cars. Crowded crossings. Flying pigeons.Yet, somehow, you find calm.A moment between ...
24/06/2025

We find stillness in chaos.
Honking cars. Crowded crossings. Flying pigeons.
Yet, somehow, you find calm.
A moment between heartbeats.
Kolkata gives you chaos. And stillness. In the same breath.

Explore the soul of Madurai through malli jasmine gajra 🌿: thick blooms, rich aroma, tied in six traditional styles like...
23/06/2025

Explore the soul of Madurai through malli jasmine gajra 🌿: thick blooms, rich aroma, tied in six traditional styles like ‘pattai katti’ & ‘maalai’. Cultivated in red lateritic soil, this flower is more than adornment—it’s ancestral artistry woven with fragrance.

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We hold on to old walls.Cracked walls. Peeling paint.Names written in chalk.We hold on to them.Because in Kolkata, even ...
22/06/2025

We hold on to old walls.
Cracked walls. Peeling paint.
Names written in chalk.
We hold on to them.
Because in Kolkata, even the broken speaks.
And the forgotten remembers.


Rust and Romance:  This city doesn’t rush — it remembers. 🛤 Journey through memory lane with  .
19/06/2025

Rust and Romance: This city doesn’t rush — it remembers.
🛤 Journey through memory lane with .


We arrive at Howrah, always.We may leave the city. We may pretend to not miss it. We may never say it aloud. But we alwa...
18/06/2025

We arrive at Howrah, always.
We may leave the city.
We may pretend to not miss it.
We may never say it aloud.
But we always arrive at Howrah.
Again and again.
We arrive at the feeling of O Calcutta.

“Aaj, lassi peete hain.” Because sometimes, the heart craves something cool, creamy, and chaas-talgic. This isn’t just a...
17/06/2025

“Aaj, lassi peete hain.” Because sometimes, the heart craves something cool, creamy, and chaas-talgic.

This isn’t just a drink — it’s a memory of steel tumblers, summer siestas, and maa’s magic.

Read our latest ode by .mathias to the soul-soothing sip that’s more than just curd and churn.

Laila Majnu on Netflix: Burns, Heals, and Haunts: Penned by  and directed by his brother Sajid Ali.“I had dismissed it f...
16/06/2025

Laila Majnu on Netflix: Burns, Heals, and Haunts: Penned by and directed by his brother Sajid Ali.

“I had dismissed it for years, expecting yet another romantic drama. But its re-release in August 2024 on the big screen (India), followed by its easy availability on OTT, finally nudged me to surrender to this cinematic masterpiece. And alas, I regret not experiencing every bit of it in the more immersive 70mm format. Some films are made for silence, and the big screen — Laila Majnu is one of them.” Writes

A Trumpet Blower contributes this piece: Sudha Bhatia is a dancer at heart and a forensic science educator by profession. She relishes her me-time, often spent revisiting old songs and films in the calm of a quiet home. A lover of words, she also finds joy in penning poetry.

"A City in Sepia"; Memories, always in frame: Kolkata is not just a city. It’s a feeling with frayed edges, fading print...
15/06/2025

"A City in Sepia"; Memories, always in frame: Kolkata is not just a city. It’s a feeling with frayed edges, fading prints, and stories that develop in the dark.
📷 Explore the photo series — where nostalgia is always in focus.

We arrive at Howrah, always.We may leave the city.We may pretend to not miss it.We may never say it aloud.But we always ...
13/06/2025

We arrive at Howrah, always.
We may leave the city.
We may pretend to not miss it.
We may never say it aloud.
But we always arrive at Howrah.
Again and again.
We arrive at the feeling of O Calcutta.


Laila Majnu on Netflix: Burns, Heals, and Haunts: Penned by Imtiaz Ali and directed by his brother Sajid Ali.“I had dism...
12/06/2025

Laila Majnu on Netflix: Burns, Heals, and Haunts: Penned by Imtiaz Ali and directed by his brother Sajid Ali.

“I had dismissed it for years, expecting yet another romantic drama. But its re-release in August 2024 on the big screen (India), followed by its easy availability on OTT, finally nudged me to surrender to this cinematic masterpiece. And alas, I regret not experiencing every bit of it in the more immersive 70mm format. Some films are made for silence, and the big screen — Laila Majnu is one of them.” Writes

A Trumpet Blower contributes this piece: Sudha Bhatia is a dancer at heart and a forensic science educator by profession. She relishes her me-time, often spent revisiting old songs and films in the calm of a quiet home. A lover of words, she also finds joy in penning poetry.

We look outside and within. From the tram’s window, we see the lives we’ve left behind, And the lives we hope to return ...
11/06/2025

We look outside and within.
From the tram’s window, we see the lives we’ve left behind,
And the lives we hope to return to.
Kolkata teaches us to look outside. And within.
It’s in the stillness. It’s in motion.


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