Calcutta is home too. It’s the city where I was born and grew up in. It’s where my parents live. Every street has memories of something. Today, the entire city is just a memorandum to all the things I had, but no longer do.
With the many different lives we lead in the many different cities, the idea of a home town has been made redundant. Most people I know were born and brought up in one city, grew to become themselves in another, and are now trying to succeed as adults somewhere else. Each of these places are homes, of a kind.
Whichever apartment holds the bed you are sleeping in, is home. After all, how many cities and towns will you put down roots in?