The sandy breeze, the eternal wait
Makes me serene
The creamy cake, with RHCP in the background
Brightens my hour
The stoop of notes and the untouched books
Scares me to death
And during pujo, staying in Mumbai
Is like the icing on the cake.
I feel like breaking into tears when every time maa calls I hear the dhaker sobdo as the background music and the loud speakers playing “ aar koto raat aka thakbo”…..i have new clothes for pujo but then I have to wear them and study and go give the damn examination.
When the heart is somewhere else and the body elsewhere what does a person do?
Makes me serene
The creamy cake, with RHCP in the background
Brightens my hour
The stoop of notes and the untouched books
Scares me to death
And during pujo, staying in Mumbai
Is like the icing on the cake.
I feel like breaking into tears when every time maa calls I hear the dhaker sobdo as the background music and the loud speakers playing “ aar koto raat aka thakbo”…..i have new clothes for pujo but then I have to wear them and study and go give the damn examination.
When the heart is somewhere else and the body elsewhere what does a person do?
2 comments:
i know how does that feel
but this time i am in kolkata...after 6 long years seeing Maa durga pujo...
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