For the past one hour I am walking the familiar streets of Salt Lake all alone, watching merry people in Pandals, selfie Huddlers, sweaty cops and some unfamiliar faces who inhabit this town but who never come out of their homes, little community plays that do not forget the Bengali tradition. The streets look unfamiliar today, filled with people and more people.
Tomorrow when I will walk these streets again, with the music of Autumn plugged in my ear- all of this would have returned to its deserted self. There will be no one but the dogs to give me company - nothing but dogs and pretty houses and static cars. Till next year.
Subho Bijoya.
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