Reading this book felt less like turning pages and more like walking through Kolkata with someone who knows how to truly see. Not just the city as a place, but as a living, breathing emotion. From the very first chapter, I realised this is not a guidebook or a collection of facts. It is a love letter written with patience, empathy, and deep respect for the city and its people.
Love how gently the author brings forward the unnoticed lives that hold Kolkata together. Rickshaw pullers, tea sellers, flower vendors, artisans, booksellers, ghat workers—people we pass every day without a second glance—are given space, dignity, and voice. Each chapter feels intimate, almost like listening to a quiet conversation on a street corner or observing life from a wooden bench at a tea stall. I often found myself pausing after a few pages, just to let the emotions settle.
The writing is reflective and layered. There is nostalgia, but it never feels forced. There is sadness, but also resilience. The city’s struggles are acknowledged honestly, without romanticising hardship. Instead, the focus remains on humanity, memory, and survival. I loved how places and everyday objects—yellow taxis, single-screen cinemas, breakfast rituals, old libraries—are treated as treasures, because they truly are. It made me question how often we overlook what gives a city its soul in the rush of modern life.
One line that kept echoing in my mind while reading was this unspoken question: what do we lose when we forget the people behind our routines? This book answers it quietly, through stories rather than statements. It invites you to slow down, to observe, to feel.
By the time I reached the end, Kolkata felt closer to me—even if I wasn’t physically there. This book doesn’t just describe a city; it makes you carry it with you. It reminded me that cities are not built by buildings alone, but by memories, labour, kindness, and endurance.
Soulful Cal! is thoughtful, heartfelt, and deeply human. It deserves to be read slowly, savoured, and revisited—just like the city it celebrates.






