Hi sweetheart,
How are you doing? I am extremely homesick right now. I just want to go home during Durga Puja but sadly can not do that as it is in the middle of the semester.
It seems like a distant time when I was there at Kolkata during Durga Puja. For past two years, I could not manage to go home during Puja and I feel sad for that. I miss my friends most during this time. I remember when we were child, we used to go to Parar Pujo everyday to play a game called "chor-police". We had miniature cap-pistols, apparently that has nothing to do with game. We used to spread around our locality in two teams, a "chor" means who used to hide, a "police" means who used to find the "chor"s. I don't know but I miss being child again. In Oshtomi, we used to gather in our school and go for pandal hopping. With Nobomi, there comes a sadness that the Pujo is left with only two days. Doshomi was the last day of Pujo. Although we were sad, still we used to gather in community and celebrated Bisorjon with happy faces and heavy hearts. Things that I learned lately is that whatever comes to your life, comes with an expiry, be it a festive, a person or a certain emotion. We need to cherish till it stays. Just like the Autumn leaves after a green summer, there awaits a winter with no leaves. That's the cycle of our life. We need to get along with it.
During Bisorjon, we used to say "Asche bochor abar hobe", means next year we will celebrate again. Sadly, last time I said it, was back in 2021. After that I came here. Last year I went to Durga Puja in West Lafayette but somehow did not find it welcoming. Part of the reason maybe because I had this awkward situation with her. What I believe is that the festive are for inclusion, celebrating togetherness as a society, feeling happy in our gloomy schedule. I missed that entirely in last Pujo. So I decided to go to Chicago this year for Pujo. Luckily my friends here also accompanied me. I felt better.
Over the year, I have also realized that there are very few people who cares about you. I was a fool to hold onto everything. People who loves us, will always miss us. And it will embark very naturally from them. I am very luck to have some friends like that in my life. Always take care of those people in your life.
I am eagerly waiting for the days when we will go for Oshtomi Pushapanjali together, after that we will have Luchi Cholar daal.
Yours forever,
Dad
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