Of family gatherings and endless pampering
Of mouth-watering delicacies
Of sweets that I never get to eat otherwise
Of mindless shopping and reckless haggling
Of cousins exchanging notes
Of lengthy conversations in ‘oh-so-my-language’
Of adda sessions that never seems to end
Of days filled with celebrations
Of days without any deadline to rush
This was a vacation much different.
No planning. No sight seeing.
Just bonding with the roots I’ve forgotten.
With Tagore songs.
With Bangla literature.
With everything I’ve not done for quite some time.
Indeed my heart cries for ‘more’.
So I’m left waiting for the next opportunity to come.
