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.