This afternoon reminds me of something- something from my childhood that I cannot exactly tell you. I am having a "DejaVu" - as if I have lived this afternoon earlier in my life.

Is it because the air of puja is around?Thinking back, maybe yes- it is the DURGA PUJA air that seems so familiar. Reminds me of my childhood days and college days when we would go collecting the "Siuli" flowers and make it into garlands. Among friends and cousins, we would compare who had the longest garland. We would save the garland as long as we could which most times would be a day . I neither get any "Siuli" flowers here to make garlands nor those early mornings Birendra-Bhadra mahalaya. Somehow , I seem to miss these a lot . It has been around 9 yrs since I have been out of my country and I have got used to the weekend pujas, the ashtami anjali - though it is not ashtami .

I wishfully think if ever I can go back to the childhood days - only to be awakened from my reverie by a bell ringing. I hear the postman saying aloud- "You have a mail and I need your signature!"