Reviving Memories of Durga Pujo


This year we are having a pondal in our complex as there are a lot of Bengalis. Which is sort of good in a way that, you get to see more smiling faces, beautiful red bindi/sarees (you feel short of your annual buffer), cotton printed kurtas , when dhak sounds more cool than Cobain & long queues for luchi alurdam, Kosha mangsho, Mishti Doi never ends. Ofcourse, chubby cheek kids (now i notice) and sudden burst of laughter here and there over a fag, past midnight.