Though her younger days were spent in the squalid neighbourhood of Chetla, almost ever since she had had thoughts of her own, she had always dreamed of Ballygunge, the mecca of the middle class. Of Ballygunge and of romance. Of romance and of love. Just beyond those few crossings. Kalighat, Rashbehari, the Lake Market, and then as one left behind the green expanse of the Deshapriya Park, one would be right in the middle of that dream land.
Sinha, Mihir, The quest, Kunapipi, 3(1), 1981.