Armenian Tadka in the Bada Bazaar Daal : Kolkata Diaries II
If you notice how the sleek sabja seeds move over each other in a box, to the point of self flow, you would understand how the most populated areas of India’s foot traffic evolve. If you wanted to find a deer in the headlights at Bada Bazaar, that would be us. Banter, chatter, greetings- everything exchanged in the LinkedIn central of Kolkata. It is said that you could even find a tiger's eye here if you are willing to pay the right price. So we moved pass handcarts loaded with electric motors, wholesale dealers of Holi colours, tea frothing over coal-fired burners, sewing accessories, hoists and ropes with the tensile capacities to string up even the mighty Howrah, if need be. As we were herded below what looked like a thick, black web of electric wires, that sprouted off the knotted tarantula in the center, there stood two foundations on which this network was built. A Marwari Kotha and an Armenian Church. Being a trading port, the kings of this land have always favoured
