About last night

Last night I went to Calcutta. In my dream. There is something about that place which fascinates me a lot.
I was walking alone through the streets of the old city in the afternoon. There were old huge trees providing shade to the sidewalk and old buildings painted in light cream and white colours on either side.
I was enjoying my leisurely stroll but then it started to drizzle. As I had no umbrella at hand I thought of catching a bus.
Along came an old city bus and got on through the back gate. It had just a few passengers and I sat down on the last bench next to the rear window. The bus had its musty smell of moisture and oil and went along slowly with its creaks and groans, while it rained slowly outside.