After two weeks of immense discomfort, I'm finally able to walk without the aid of crutches. The swelling on my right ankle has reduced immensely. I don't need to wear the ankle brace I bought in Sylhet. To be safe, I crutched my way through Dhaka airport onto the flight to Kolkata. We spent more time waiting to check in and then on board the aircraft than in the air. We took off around 9.50 am. The sun kept speckling across the wetlands below so that there were moments where it looked like rivers of lava sliding through moist crevices of the earth. It was spectacular. I flitted in and out of consciousness. By 10.20 am, we were making our way towards emigration.

This is my virgin experience of spring in Kolkata. It is utterly gorgeous, how the sunlight twists and turns and spills into our room. We're staying at The Lighthouse, near Lake Gardens, at an Airbnb run by a photographer, Rahul Dhankani, who rents out space to travellers when he's not using the property to host artist residencies.