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Autumn ....

Technically autumn is here with its little unperceptive nip in the air and dryness on our faces. The leaves are still there , maybe for
Falling leaves...
a few more weeks . Though in Kolkata 
we have a long wait still for winter to set in. 
Today I am stuck with empty seats, I go back to the park scene in Notting Hill and about June and Joseph - of a quiet companionship and of loving and leaving. 
For many reasons I have a heavy heart and on top of that Chibu's holiday is over and as he chatted this afternoon, he said " I wish I did not have to go back !" Something that he hadn't said all this while. 
The Puja at Mainak was mixed for me - I missed Baba and skipped "anjoli" and went with the flow. Mohua too shared similar feelings and Kaku was not there to compare the programs and Baba was not there to shout "Bolo Dugga Mai ki" at the top of his lungs for the Bhashan. Memories of another day. And life goes on. 

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  1. mohua bose31 October 2015 at 10:06

    True Mithu...I feel nostalgic very often these days...is this the autumn of our lives?

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    1. amrita31 October 2015 at 10:32

      Autumn is here in more ways than one - Nat king Cole's song has a different perspective " Since you went , the days are long and soon I'd hear ol winter's song...."

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  2. amrita1 November 2015 at 01:12

    :(

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