Bittersweet hangover

It is time to breathe in post-puja air before the city finds its pleasure again

Before Christmas takes over,before we start welcoming a frayed,watered down winter (purely out of sentimental reasons),its time to breathe it all in- the delicious melancholy of postpujaness.

Look around,observe a city overwhelmed with a bittersweet hangover- the skeletons of pandals looming comically large,the weary eyes of its denizens,the solemn dismantlers who guiltily go about their work of normalizing the façade of the city and heaps of crumpled silver foils in street corners which bear mute testimony to the citys ravenous appetite. The slushy ghats where washed in zaris from the idols costume make a breathtakingly picture.

There is something sad about empty,abandoned pandals. Pandals where alone diyas flicker in the hollow quietness of the night. They are glaring reminders of good times. But then Kolkata and its denizens are programmed for self-preservation. If we are suffering from post-puja pangs,we are consoled by the prospect of a delicious winter in the offing. A season where napthalened winterwear will be our lifeline. A season where a decked up New Market will flaunt shiny Christmas trees and fairly lights. The air will be thick with freshly baked Nahoums plum cakes and the heady aroma of notun gur will draw a crowd of sweet-toothed Kolkatans to the narrow gullies of North Kolkata.

After all,as Kolkatans,we are programmed to find pleasures in the smallest of things. Why else is our city called the City of Joy?

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