the Pujas used to be fun

With those gup-shups round-the-corner.. and the crowd at Maddox..

Parking the car three miles away and walking with thousands to reach the pandal..

The Pujas used to be fun..

Coming back late and going out early, tiredness never used to come..

Sleepless nights and mindless talks, missing so much now and trying to re-live some..

Poking someone while giving anjali, fighting to touch Maa’s feet first..

Throwing the flowers on the pandit’s head and stealing sandesh from the thali..

The Pujas used be fun..

Dropping rumaal near a guy and pretending to move on, never sounded so cliché before..

Looking at the best dressed person around and quickly stealing the stare was full of masti and shor..

The Pujas used to be fun..

Eating phuchkas with extra mirchi gave so much pain the next morning..

Cribbing for more the next day again use to seem better than the last night’s mourning..

The Pujas used to be fun..

The food, fun and family, the life I used to share with my peers..

Those days I miss, I miss the most whenever I close my eyes for prayers..

The heart from within wants to be there.. there where my soul belong..

The mind still says, calms me down, gives me a new hope to live on !!