Tanika Sen Part 1: Arrival The rickshaw slowed as it turned into the narrow lanes of Bowbazar, its wheels rattling over uneven stones slick with last night’s rain. Mira clutched her dupatta tighter, staring out at the crumbling facades of colonial houses that seemed to lean against one another like tired old men. Once, this part of Kolkata had been vibrant, filled with traders, courtesans, and music spilling out of courtyards; now it felt like a relic of another century, with rusted gates and moss-streaked walls whispering of time’s decay. Arjun, sitting beside her, tapped the rickshaw wall lightly, his…