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!
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!
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