Smells Like Durga Pujo

Just when I was beginning to miss Autumn in Ohio, and all the leaves turning glorious colours before turning all Gothic and bare, Kolkata decides to go all Shorotkaal on me. Smells like pujo everyday. The air, the roddur, even the chholar daal cooking next door. I could get used to this.

Update: So of course, I proceeded to spend the day at home, writing SHIT summaries of SHIT articles for my SHIT job and then getting REALLy upset over something absolutely STUPID involving some WORTHELESS people then wasted the evening trying to dull the pain by incessantly  rewatching the Lizzie Bennet Diaries.
Ok, I did salvage it somehwat right at the end by lighting candles, and generally getting excited about Kali Pujo. But still, what a waste!

Finally

It smells like  Durga Puja.

Kono kaaj korbo na. Just  rastaye rastaye ghure berabo. Besh korbo.

Dilemma

To stay in, work, or to go outside and enjoy the sun. Pch. pch.

Reasons to stay in: I have loads of work to do.
Reasons not to go out: I really have nowhere to go. Joo, maybe, but no real reason to go there.
Reasons not to stay in: My room is dark and soulless.
Reasons to go out: It is lovely outside.

Hmmm.