This Is How It Feels If You Are Not Going To Kolkata This Durgapuja
I can smell the divine aroma of Durga Puja in the air these days. It’s Bishwakarma puja today and there are only 30 days for the grandeur to start. The sad part of all this is that I am not going home this year.
Ma knows that her daughter doesn’t like staying away from home during this part of the year. She tries to find out if I am actually home in every small chats that I have with her in a day. Baba though understands the real reason.
New JOB…..No Leaves….New Responsibilities……is the real reason
It’s easy to make parents and relatives understand, but these answers never satisfy the questions that keep brewing deep inside our hearts. We have got used to celebrating festivals all by ourselves just like any other birthday or weekend. The only silver lining to these new changes in life is that we are not the only one alone; some of our friends are also in the same running.
We have grown up… but somewhere deep inside… the little child is still counting the days for Durga Puja….
I still feel the urge of buying a new dress for Durga Puja, but there’s a little twist in the choice of dress that I end up buying. Since every morning before getting ready for work, I have to look through my closet and find out something that goes well for office…I end up buying few of those office going kurtis that could keep my identity of a boho bong girl at a sway.
My soul keeps whining to inhale the sweet fragrance of Shiuli phool as soon as autumn steps in. Thankfully, there is a shiuli plant on my way back home from office. I get to smell it whenever I cross the area.
Wish I could make every passerby stop and inhale the smell….so that I can tell them the nostalgia associated with this five petal orange twigged flower!!!!
Nowadays, whenever I go out to the terrace to see the white clouds floating across the blue autumn sky, my hearts sinks. I try to feel the pujo pujo gondho with every gasp of breath that I take in. With a sad heart I go into my room wishing this to be the last puja away from Ma and Baba.
Your little girl very well understands how it feels like staying away from the polau and kosha mangsho that Ma makes for Nabami lunch….How does it feel to not bow down and touch your feet on Bijoya Dashami….
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