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time to rewind!

Koyel's visit in many ways brought back the memories of another day...Of the time when Chibu and Koyel were kids. Chibu used to call her Gulli-didi, an almost one month old advantage redeemed ! We used to spend a lot of time together- bookfairs, and movies and outings and invariably there were  fights and spats which were oh -so -serious to them , but oh -so funny to us. Koyel's stay with us during the Kolkata flood in '99 was fun , for many reasons! Chibu was the most imperfect host- clipped her hair and locked her out of the flat, and taught her to ring people's doorbells and run away !                                                               Of course after the floods came the Poojo!
And Mainak always gears up in 
the last minute  ..Last few years were all the same.."poojo hobe na !ei shesh baar! etoh jhamela ke nebe?"
All finally yields in to the spirit of Ma...She comes in all her glory ! And the poojo meetings are beginning from this Sunday and I guess even with all his groans of being bored , Chibu will participate in the Natok ! This picture dates back to 2000, Chibu's first stage show as the eldest dwarf in "Himanishubhra"( Snow White )!
......And the dwarf  has actually grown 6 feet+ dwarfing most of us in the picture !
And Koyel has come a long way from being the one -eyed pirate due to her lazy eyes. 
She has grown up to be charming, stylish  and pretty - I guess overcome her Math phobia,cos she is a chartered accountant to -be !  
Years have a strange way of transforming people- kids grow up to be young men and women and we grow old. But there is always a charm in nostalgia...in remembering times that makes you smile ! And then there are attributes that remain the same....... refreshingly so!  Like the sing -song speech- I guess that's what both me and koyel have in common- people can never forget the way we speak :))))) !                                                                  

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  1. such a lovely post! the pictures, the incidents and the hint of pujo coming. Perfect!

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    1. :) Yes poojo :))) ! but there is Kerala before that !

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    2. eeks south india! racism supreme :P

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