The road is apalling, trucks, cars, buses and motorcycles all vie for the little scraps of road that are not otherwise ruts, dips, humps or potholes, whichever side of the road they are on. We pull off for some welcome respite at the “Uncondition(al) Love Hotel”, I don’t ever want to leave, it was everything I had ever dreamed of, and more. But despite the promise of STD, ISD and PCO there doesn’t seem to be a telephone anywhere. Reluctantly I have to leave, and so I find myself here again, in the melee, back out on the “Boulevard of Broken Dreams”. But I shall never forget her, that day in West Bengal, India, November 2013.