Bengalis are global citizens. Come on, let us admit it: no matter where you go, you shall get to meet a Bengali. From workplaces to tourist spots, spotting a Bengali person is quite an easy task. But as much as we love traveling, we miss home and things about being with our own kin.
No, we are not talking of maach alone but where can you find endless shops of Mutton and haash’er dim in every lane and bazaar?
Cliché again, but can’t really help!
Well, with 5 phuchkas for ten bucks, amazing egg-chicken rolls at thirty each, and a lovely weekend trip to Mandarmani at five thousand rupees per person, who needs to spend thousands to have a gala time?
We cannot stop yearning for those “rock’e adda” sessions filled with laughter and heated debates with our friends, uncles and any acquaintance for that matter!
Yea, we’re quite a sentimental bunch—can’t help it!
Or, trips to Shantiniketan for Poush Mela!
Talk no more, ho!
Or, Bengali rock bands, if you please—and, your Sunday was made!
Especially when it allows you to go on random dates for four continuous days (and extended)!
Coupled with ceremonious evenings followed by night-long jigs.
You’re perhaps not much of a reader but hitting the Book Fair for at least a couple of hours is a MUST.
And, hogging on pav bhaji from the vendors followed by ice cream from scoop at the Outram Ghat? Life it was!
Some things never cease to lose their charm.
Hah! Ask us on how to make a kid out of a boring adult!
Ah! The innocence of childhood!