How perfect were the days when the Kolkata home, the only home I know as a matter of fact, would be buzzing with oldest friends, followed by shajugu and extensive jhaari throughout the day, on the roads for Saraswati Pujo.
This year, finally acknowledged the age and the need of Bidya, Buddhi, Java and did Saraswati Pujo myself, ofcourse with onjoli happening online from home.
Old pink Saari for the customary Bangali Prem dibosh.
When would I ever get to stay forever in Kolkata and celebrate all of this in total is a rant for everyday. Anyway!
May your Basant Panchami be full of Mangsho, Machh, Error less Code and Yellow Saari 💛
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