Its that time of the year again when my heart aches for my hometown Kolkata and I wish I was there with friends and family. I haven't been home for the pujas for 8 years now, but I can still smell the pujo morning air, I can still hear the beat of the 'dhaak' (drum) and my feet do their own little 'dhunochi' dance. I'm not religious at all, but the goddess 'Durga' has a very special place in my heart. It used to be the only time in the year as a child that where we weren't expected to do homework for 5 straight days- that makes her special to anyone! :) The 'pandals', the 'adda', the 'fuchkas' and 'egg rolls', the new clothes and competing for who got the most number of new clothes that year, the flirting and infatuations, all of these memories still stir my soul. It is the season to love, laugh and let go. So my friends and family - many many miles away from me - I would like to tell you that I love you and miss you terribly in my life.
Shobaike amader torof theke sharodiyo shubheccha!
3 comments:
I empathize with you, Mala. Seriously, not being at home during the mother of all celebrations, Durga Puja that is, must really suck. Why not write a post about how you did spend your puja at home and now at your place. That would be a nice read. I will post my version from Bangalore.
Have a great Puja.
Oh such a lovely write-up! And thank you for linking to that brilliant video. I don't know what I miss or what I don't miss, but your post makes me want to go home right now, into the arms of my family.
@ Kalyan: that's a great idea - I guess I will someday. I need to overcome my lethargy to write first and me not being a very good writer doesn't make things easier. I just recently stepped into some of your blogs - and I must say I'm really impressed with what a great job you guys are doing. Shubho Bijoya!
@ Sudipta: I'm glad I could take you on that journey. Whatever I wrote for Kalyan, ditto goes to you. Some of you have been my inspiration lately to keep my blog updated again. I love your writing. :)
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