A long time ago when the seemingly truculent Englishmen were plucking their chest hairs and fighting a great war, they had decided to build a gateway to their magical bastion of Calcutta, out of sheer practicality if one may surmise.
Soon, the irons and steels had transmogrified into a behemoth structure that did boast of that ubiquitous imperial pride.
Although, years later it would forget its history, but the magic of its bones would require men to cross its path if they wanted to feel the ways of that magical city.
So the story goes as -in myths and fairy tales, if one wanted to taste the magic of Calcutta they must enter the city through its iron-gate,
for in a city where magic is weaved in feelings,
and only feelings
a ritual like that was very important.
Soon, the irons and steels had transmogrified into a behemoth structure that did boast of that ubiquitous imperial pride.
Although, years later it would forget its history, but the magic of its bones would require men to cross its path if they wanted to feel the ways of that magical city.
So the story goes as -in myths and fairy tales, if one wanted to taste the magic of Calcutta they must enter the city through its iron-gate,
for in a city where magic is weaved in feelings,
and only feelings
a ritual like that was very important.
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