Kolkata lends itself effortlessly to poetry. It resides quietly yet resolutely in all its chaos, its colours, its confusions and its conundrums. From quaint by-lanes to the potters’ quarter, Kumartuli; from the true-blue Bengalis’ love for maach to their obsession with indigestion and ombol; over bhaanrs of cha and mouthfuls of jhalmuri and intellectual addas. In this beautiful treasure of verse, Supriya Newar entices you with her incisive observations and transportive expressions that cajole you into taking a re-look at all that makes Kolkata a classic and a forever muse, a poem.