Its not that I have always been in Kolkata during Durga Pujo. At times courtesy my dad's inherent apathy towards pandal hopping, we have fled from Kolkata to the Himalayas or Ooty or Panchmarhi. Those are the only 3 years when I missed a part of the Pujo. But the point is it was always a part of the pujo- one idol or the other has always showed me her face. This time it feels like being banished. :(
By now Kolkata must be decked up in lights and loudspeakers would be blaring the latest songs. The cool breeze of the early mornings or late evenings brings to every mind the Pujo feeling. The footfall at the shopping malls that increases every year, the new styles in shoes and clothes, the huge lines in parlors, the fighting inside a Khadims store, the footpath bag sellers at New Market, the traffic jam everywhere. I love all of them now that am far away from them and I miss them all!
For the first time in life am working on Panchami and I would be doing so on Shasti, Saptami and Ashtami. Growing up would be bad I knew, but this bad? God please make me a kid again!