Pujo

The smell, the sounds,the lights, the loudspeakers,the anticipation, the crowded streets, the honking, the fleeting glances, the crispy feeling of new clothes, the roadside oily egg rolls, the adrenaline pumping rides, the dudes, dolled up women wearing evrything in pink,the lost purses, the reappearing of known faces and of course dhak, pujor bhog ar pushpanjoli.. pujo conjures up to all this and more for me.And certainly it gives me the desire to hope through another year.