They do not make bridges like this anymore.

For someone who spent four years of his life studying civil engineering, this structure is a perpetual source of joy.

For someone with roots sunks deep into a city once called Calcutta, this is the most enduring image.

I saw this on the night of 24th, as my flight circled low over the city. 

On either side of the dark and winding flow of the river Hoogly the lights of Calcutta and Howrah burned bright.

And then came this bridge all illuminated, like a starlit isthmus connecting two masses of illumination seperated by a winding strip of darkness.