Travelogue: I Missed Home In Paris

Mohua Chinappa shares a poignant essay that connects Paris to Howrah with the threads of memories, love, and longing.

During my visit to Paris, after a deeply romantic trip, I was overwhelmed by a mix of emotions. A fleeting memory of a lingering kiss at a traffic signal stirred longing, while the breathtaking sight of the Louvre at night left me in awe—its colossal presence illuminated so brightly.

Paris, with its magnificent buildings, churches, and museums, made me feel small amid its grandeur. I found myself drawn to the squares, the Eiffel Tower, the churches, and the artistic spaces where Vivaldi’s music was about to fill the air.