But to me I do not know what it means because it is the time I miss my city the most.
Its been 3 years since I have missed Durga Pujo. I do not know how I lived without it.
I guess sometimes things just erase from your life. I do not know when Pujo just disappeared from mine.
It will never be the same again. That is why life can never be the same when you are living in a transit.
Sometimes you sacrifice. Sometimes you move on.
I hope stagnancy can be inviting some day.
And one day the pious feeling of standing in front of Ma replicates in another land, another place.
These are my prayers... from a far away land, a distant place.
