Some other time
I'll find that line again
That line that sparked in my mind
and by the time I had pen and paper
It had gone away

Some other day
I'll have that line.

Some other moment
will bring it back to me
when It's meaning will change
may be i'll change a word or two in it
but I'll find that line
i'll write that line.

some other day
I'll have that line.

This could easily be a post on how I spent my first Durga Puja without
Dadu. But now that the Puja is over, let's talk about bigger
complications.

I was having a conversation with my father this evening.

I: You know Baba, I think something definitely goes terribly wrong
with Bengali men during Durga Puja. They try out falling in love, just
for the sake of Durga Puja or something.

Baba: Why do you say that? Someone has fallen in love with you this Puja?

I: If not in love, they at least 3 men I can count have shown romantic
interest in me.

Baba: You?!!

I: Yes.

Baba: I don't know what is wrong with the men from your generation!
They fall in love with people like you? Short, fat, disproportionate.
(I frown) I mean.. of course as a daughter you're fine. But to fall in
love with, you'd have to be so much more beautiful for me. Eww! How
can people feel attracted to you?

I: You are not my target audience.

Baba: Who has fallen in love with you ? Tell me! Someone who was
already in love with you? Or is this some new joker? You should never
fall in love with men who fall in love with you. Coz they have bad
choice, they've fallen in love with you!

I: I am not falling for people, we're talking about people falling for me.

Baba: You don't have long legs, proper eyes, a proper giraffe neck, a
waistline. I could never paint you.

I: Well, apparently a lot of other men don't think so. They could sing
me, play me, write me... I haven't found a painter yet, that too
shall...

Baba: Oh please. Don't kid me. No one has fallen for you. Such bouts
of imaginations will only add on to your weight. Go lose some weight!
And what are having? Payesh? Stop having it. Give it to me.

*he snatched away the plate and gorged onto every seed of rice in it*

N.B.: He is a diabetes patient.

chena shohor, chinte chayena amay
chena shohor, chinte chayena amay
ratri bojhe shurjo o je amake bojhate chaye
chena shohor, chinte chayena amay

ki mone holo, bawle
shawhor chokh khole
aar chokhe daekhe je amay
holudh jawto aalo
amar gaaye dhalo
shohor ta bheej te je chaye
chena shohor
kinte je chaiche amay
chena shohor
kinte je chaiche amay
shopno bihin ratri'r rin ningre nilo je amaye


kothae jaabe bawlo.. hawthat kije holo
chup kore roeche shomoy
pichle jaye shawhor
muhurter mohor
jibon tao gune jaye
chena shohor
chinte je chayna amaye
chena shohor chinte je chayna amay

ratri bojhe shurjo o je, amake bojhate chaye
chena shawhor chinte je chayna amay
chena shawhor chinte je chayna amay
chena shawhor chinte je chayna amay...