In its heyday, Calcutta stood second only to London, a bustling centre of British commerce and charm.

The British brought with them the allure of their opulent lifestyles, and the Indians, captivated by these irresistible luxuries, were quick to indulge.

After a demanding day, the city’s elite sought solace on Chowringhee at Park Street - a haven where life’s true luxuries awaited. It wasn’t just about material luxuries; it was an oasis of indulgence, offering every imaginable delight to soothe the soul and lift the spirits.

On a rainy Saturday evening in Calcutta, 1967, the story unfolds…