Swachchhasila Basu | | Published 18.04.21, 12:51 AM
My double decker delight proved to be short-lived. Having read about its comeback for some months I was looking forward to the actual event. No matter that the natty open-topped indigo blue fleet I saw pictures of them was nothing like the wobbly top-heavy creatures that disappeared from the streets of the city in the 1990s. But then the virus wheeled in the pandemic and out went all real and imagined bus rides, joy rides.
Yes, I have a double decker connect.It goes way back to the mid-1980s, when I arrived in Calcutta from the steel town of Bokaro.