So finally the idols has again touched the waters of our holy rivers, and it marked the end of the celebration time especially for the bongs,
somewhere deep down my mind this phase brings in a period of thought provoking sentiments and most of the times the emotions and sentiments take over..
but why this happens,
okay so a brief history of our puja, started in 1991, and to be precise i was a 5 year old kid at that time, slowly with each passing autumn , has slowly transformed and taken me from being a child of class one maybe to a first year masters students, so much has happened over the years, with each passing year the gap widens, and we are expected to be more sincere, the kids who roamed about a few years ago( or as it seems ) are now gearing for their boards, or entrances, the uncles /aunties are slowly turning grey, what i cant observe is how i am also changing, how people must say that even we are growing, people like me, kaushik, dodo, who once used to be the most adored kids are slowly no longer kids,
everything is changing, the strength of the committee is reducing from a decent 40 families, to at most 15 now....
every passing year makes us think whether it will be the same glory and charm next year or ........., it sends shivers even thinking about life without it, but yeah some things do happen, but just hope it continues that extra mile....

i am afraid, cant catch up with the fast slipping time.......