Fading afternoon, just before the colors of
the night becomes something of a spectacle. I was standing on the long wide
terrace of my home, just opposite to the pandal. I can see a slow steady trickle
of people - with colorful dresses, some vigorously munching common street food
delicacies (predominantly from a relatively poorer socio economic background)
coming around.
Not surprising to me, my beloved pujo pandal is just a tiny dot on the sea of such pandals around the city and that too in a most southern part of the city nestling between two worlds.
There was a divine fragrance of incense stick juxtaposed with captivating aroma of jhal muri & ghati gorom, cacophony of street whistles, people talking, and occasional announcement from pujo committee on insignificant matters- it created of surreal environment.
I was standing excitedly, waiting to come downstairs.
I was waiting for the moment when drummers will start beating their drums to begin the evening. My mind is filled with joy, after all I am just one day into vacation! & plenty more exciting stuff to come.
(To be continued)
Not surprising to me, my beloved pujo pandal is just a tiny dot on the sea of such pandals around the city and that too in a most southern part of the city nestling between two worlds.
There was a divine fragrance of incense stick juxtaposed with captivating aroma of jhal muri & ghati gorom, cacophony of street whistles, people talking, and occasional announcement from pujo committee on insignificant matters- it created of surreal environment.
I was standing excitedly, waiting to come downstairs.
I was waiting for the moment when drummers will start beating their drums to begin the evening. My mind is filled with joy, after all I am just one day into vacation! & plenty more exciting stuff to come.
(To be continued)
