From "Koel toh puro chom chom Durga" by the random phuchkawala outside the doctor's chamber at Mahalaya to the endless plans, dressing up, meeting people after ages, anjalis, late late late, bhog, checking the kartiks of the crowd and what not! Pujo is almost over and off I go ghurte. And just in case I die, Remember Me =P
and somewhere I am not very happy about not being able to do the boi chhoyano this time although the sudden dark neighbourhood at ekadoshi after the timely and untimely brightness during pujo is depressing.
And while I go, I shall miss.