Its a sunday and I have quiet some assignments to do...but all I am doing is listening to my favorite playlist of bengali songs....some childhood favorites which my grandma would hear on the radio while cooking and i would lie down dangling my feet from the large bed thats there in their house in kolkata, taking in the flavors wafting from the kitchen.. I couldn't wait to get in my new clothes and go pandal hopping in the evening! that would mean lots of sweets, balloons and whatever I could ask for and not even maa would show me those big warning eyes for asking too much.Its almost five years I have been away from home during almost all festivities and today i realized how ridiculously homesick I still get.Glad that my college Bengali association arranged for pujo porikroma in Mumbai.It was a little disappointing watching women clad in blingiest possible western outfits when i would always wait to choose the saree for my maa that she would wear for the evening. There was hardly a sight of dhak playing or any of the things i would remotely associate with the whole essence of it..but the spirits of some of the people from my college sufficed everything else :) Sharing the similar sentiments with some whom I did not even know few hours back did brighten me up and guess I'Il be back to the ritual of calling up my grandparents like every year and listening to how things were there this year and tell them how much i missed them. :)