For the mornings were so amazing over a mug of Darjeeling tea and the tale of Goddess winning over evil power. The craziness to wake up early morning and listen to this broadcast was an achieving activity. The old balcony rises to life to the tune of the old man reciting the amazing poem of the women power coming to rescue the mankind. The dewdrops over grasslands reminded the tale of autumn would start soon. There was an excitement, whose reasons are unknown. These five days bring handsome memories to bongs, Calcutta- the city of joy, weary and tired of her days rise to life, the stony paths and the pulling rickshaws and those gigantic mansions that silently witness life's hustle, dress up to a new attire. The dhol men arrive at the city, the lotuses begin blooming, the honey bees begin fly to its glory, and the courtyard anxiously awaits for the Goddess to arrive. The new clothes neatly folded in the wardrobe, smell ecstatic.
The color red steals the beauty away, the precious vermilion teamed with blue sky and the white flakes of clouds blow the music of love, affection, intimacy, remembrances, The amazing smell of ghee and milk that turn into sweets, the drops of Rasgollas, the baked Saandesh call for the joy and frolic of true Bong madness. The evenings search for that soulmate, who is long awaited for. His kurta looks so good among the crowd and her hair do steals the show away. These five days celebrate the closeness of love, invokes the beauty of paramour, embraces the joy of knowing the unknown.
Those blue bells smile to the relationships that do not last long, but drives two souls insane for a moment. The food gets a different image on these days. Those delicious rice and cereals, fried vegetables, and the fight for fish recipes bring the message that the tale of autumn has begun.
That little balloon, the sound of laughter, the platter of biryani, that red bindi, the conch shells,and the lights coalesce to frame a story of the city of madness. The incense sticks burn to spread the news of love, to create a pamphlet of ecstasy, to make believe the essence of joy that rises and gets buried like the waves of earthen tremor.
Time moves away, so do the emotions, and tomorrow these little fragments of memories become an ingredient to laugh at and cherish. Life moves on !!
#Exodus
The color red steals the beauty away, the precious vermilion teamed with blue sky and the white flakes of clouds blow the music of love, affection, intimacy, remembrances, The amazing smell of ghee and milk that turn into sweets, the drops of Rasgollas, the baked Saandesh call for the joy and frolic of true Bong madness. The evenings search for that soulmate, who is long awaited for. His kurta looks so good among the crowd and her hair do steals the show away. These five days celebrate the closeness of love, invokes the beauty of paramour, embraces the joy of knowing the unknown.
Those blue bells smile to the relationships that do not last long, but drives two souls insane for a moment. The food gets a different image on these days. Those delicious rice and cereals, fried vegetables, and the fight for fish recipes bring the message that the tale of autumn has begun.
That little balloon, the sound of laughter, the platter of biryani, that red bindi, the conch shells,and the lights coalesce to frame a story of the city of madness. The incense sticks burn to spread the news of love, to create a pamphlet of ecstasy, to make believe the essence of joy that rises and gets buried like the waves of earthen tremor.
Time moves away, so do the emotions, and tomorrow these little fragments of memories become an ingredient to laugh at and cherish. Life moves on !!
#Exodus
