 In the morning, my grandfather used to play Hindustani classical on an old HFV hand-wound gramophone. The entire morning is to pass through with those songs. Now the house lives alone. Most of us have left Kolkata. I have come back to relive those moments of music in my life which I have experienced in the city. Today I plan to meet Tanmay. We are all urban folk singers. We are all folk singers I think. Most of us are folk singers. Only thing we are a different breed of folk singers is we sing about these are all folk songs of the city. Music I am 68 years old and my father works for Madrasa. At that time, after the death of Gandhi, he was sent to Baba Madrasa. We saw that he was a very brave man. He was a very brave man. He was a brave man. He was a brave man. He was very brave. As my sojourn in the city draws to a close, I drift on the notes of both the old world and the contemporary. And as I do, I discover its vastness of variety, which me and the lens may not have been able to capture entirely. But in this diverse and magical Kolkata, despite the turns that I may have missed to explore, I discovered a whole new city of music.