The GRID Kolkata

yet another sunrise, the city wakes up to golden light. it’s a new beginning, a new high. while something is brewing in its under belly. a sleeping goddess has been lying in hibernation. waiting for many moons, to emerge in all her glory at the grid the blitzkrieg of culture and counter culture. the global assembly is lining up at the grid. a vessel of change, where elements blend and brew to spill out of draught, that’s golden and high. the grid is set to propel a mega shift, a giant leap. now the city of joy has a new heart pumping, to jump-start its nerve cells the grid – a subcity of the megacity. the one in our heads, in our hearts and now in our neighborhood.