Five days of fun and frolic,otherwise known as Durga Puja

Durga Pujo is THE greatest festival for us Bengalis! During these five days,we go pandal hopping like crazy and eat like we have been starving for months. I,for one,NEVER dress up during pujo since I go pandal hopping and have to walk all day,literally! But,I DO make it a point to wear sari on awshTomi. Earlier,I used to be a big fan of the Georgette, Chiffon and Zari-embroidered saris but now I'm more into saris with a story. The more traditional,the better.

Clutch it once more...

Clutch it once more,
July,my darling,
you make sense.

Take it away,
July,my love,
if it ain't you,
it ain't worth a dime.

July,you like me fast?
July,you like me dumb?
July,you like me numb?

The eagle will keep circling,
the circle will keep getting smaller.
My head will start reeling too,July.
Would you hold me for a second?

We'll put out the last candle too
and make love in the dark.
July,would you whisper my name?

Wedding music is funny,July.
It smells of dream and tastes like heartbreak.
July,my beloved,I too wanted to be a princess.

 In the past few months,I've become one of those persons I had promised myself I'd never resemble. I don't read any more. Almost,that is. There are days when I don't even get to read the newspaper. I start yawning the moment one starts talking about serious literature,politics or philosophy. These are the things I used to love earlier. I hate challenges,I hate conversations more. I wake up at 6 in the morning and spend the entire day in an extremely hot and humid room staring at people I have absolutely nothing in common with. I don't even shop any more. I don't feel like putting any fancy clothes on,let alone accessorizing. That's why I'm still grateful to the old folders for reminding me that I used to scribble a few lines,long back. It's a history now though.