yay/wail

i had such a great diwali weekend. a complete maelstrom of hurried, flurried activity!! hyper - social as i like to say. so many new people i met, i can't say. i was pampered and stuffed with dish after delelctable dish.hmm. i wish i could have gone for the kali thakur bisharjan with my neighbours. i've been twice and it's a divine feeling, it is. travelling in a rickety open air truck, under a 'fireworks' sky. and then you see whole hordes of other bisharjan groups staring over at your vehicle, and for once you don't mind the stares. you're all a part of an inexplicable, collective process. and then the insistent clamour of the kasha. hmhm. why do i have to write term papers whn i could be enjoying a perfectly poetic, incredibly intoxicating, mesmerisingly memorable night out? ohh and not to forget the chaos on the ganges and the last minute goodbyes to the pratima who has silently accompanied you on your journey. she stays silent though all the festive sounds are occasioned for her. and the wonderful, warm people who feel like family!! and the squeaking balloons we annoy the sound out of on the return journey and the salty taste of warm groundnuts we are always treated to...and finally the delicious warmth of a snuggly bed, after a long, tiring, hard day's night.