Pujo Outfit: 2/2

Ashtami and Nabami were the most fun-filled days but rain played spoilsport. We (D and I) couldn't get to wear saree owing to obvious reasons. And mine was a cotton white one! Ashtami evening was spent at the complex playing silent but secretly disgruntled spectator of the cultural programme that got right on our nerves. Even the photo session was a tricky one. It's not easy to balance umbrella in one hand and use the spare one to click that perfect instagram shot. D's parents were out of station on a trip so we had the whole place to ourselves. A freedom that we celebrated watching TV at the highest volume and eating Maggie at 12 o' clock in the night sprawling over the floor. Well, we are geniuses. On Nabami morning D and I set out to explore south Calcutta pandals. We had just left Ekdalia Evergreen and were having a late breakfast at the nearby Cakes shop when it started raining. Rain, like the devoted partner, kept us company till we hopped into a dilapidated yellow cab from Southern Avenue after finishing a giant fish fry at a Tarun Sangha stall. Both D and I were supposed to go back to our respective homes by Dashami morning so Nabami night we utilised to the fullest. Almost everyone of our group is moving out of Calcutta one by one so we promised to each other that no matter what we would all come home for next year's Pujo. A promise we have so far been able to keep but future is a domain where I always feel completely lost. I hope we will all be well when we meet again next year. Until then there are many unfinished affairs to take care of.