Beneath the shade of an ancient tree by Prinsep Ghat of Kolkata, an old man sitting there face etched with the wisdom of years gone by. They are the keepers of countless stories, the guardians of memories that weave the tapestry of Kolkata's rich history. It will extinct after some years, and we can miss those countless stories. Moreover, as a subjective feeling, I can feel the indifference in the people sitting next to each other, no one interacting with each other and only busy with their work and getting involved in themselves. It feels so depressing sometimes because of this indifference nowadays.

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