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almost here ....love this feeling !

Pujo is almost here ...though the sky is still grey and the days alternate between rains and sultry humidity , but it was nice to wake up to the sparrows chirping in the garden ....one of the few things I like about this house! 
I still look out for the blue sky with tufts of clouds that always remind me that yet another pujo is here ! Kassh phool is long missing !!
Luckily I will be back home before the revelry begins...though I will definitely miss the  Mahalaya being recited , thanks to the neighbor's TV...and the first sound of Dhak reverberating through the building at Mainak! 35 years of memories !
 ....And this may be the last Pujo at Mainak !! 
Like Scarlett  I will think about it tomorrow !

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  1. THE sky! How beautiful it looks all the time these days :)
    and for kaash phools, come down to the distant Pailan some day :P
    there are just too many of the pretty flowers there. Pailan is situated at the other end of the universe though :D

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    1. Abhro forbids me to go anywhere near Pailan ! Managed go visit the place sometimes back this summer for the first time - yes it's a far cry from our world !And the Kaash I am sure is a sight for the sore eyes !!

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