Dugga Dugga

Dugga Dugga

The festive season felt ominous for some reason. He hadn’t called. And he hadn’t let her know when he’d be home.

She’d been dolled up for hours: she’d had her hair, nails and makeup done, and she’d put on the new saree he’d got her for Pujo. But he was supposed to be home a few hours back and he wasn’t. And she couldn’t get through to him on the phone either. It kept saying that his number was unavailable.

An expert at overthinking, she’d paced ten times around the room and scolded herself for not having said the customary Dugga Dugga when he left. Bengalis do that a lot and it had been their thing too, and she was scared something must have happened to him because she’d forgotten to say it. But she hadn’t called either set of parents yet because she knew they’d worry. And they were all super old. At the same time she’d contemplated asking her father-in-law how much time it took to buy a few haadis of roshogolla and some boxes of sondesh in Kolkata on a Saptami evening, but that would have given the whole thing away and they’d have asked questions about their son anyway.

She was about to give up, when the doorbell rang, revealing a very haggard man in a now-wrinkled set of panjabi-pajama, who was panting and out of breath.

He looked annoyed and exhausted and sweaty as heck but she smiled and smothered him with kisses and hugs.

“Ah, Anu, never send me to buy mishti for baba-ma on any day of the pujo. My phone died, and the shop was crowded and I had to wait in line. Now let me go shower.”

Happy Blogtober!

Happy Blogtober!

September was awful: I didn’t even post consistently. The whole town was flooded for the most part and I hate it when it’s so gloomy. I mean, rains are nice and all – but it’s supposed to be fall weather and NOT monsoon. Maybe the world is actually about to die sooner than expected. Scares me to death, really.

Okay, all depressing thoughts aside, I’m actually looking forward to October. A few key events are coming up and I’m so excited I could pop a vein.

• BIRTHDAYS:

The love of my life celebrates his birthday tomorrow. Although I’m not around to actually celebrate with him in person, we’ve only got three months to go till we’re actually living together. I cannot wait!

My very good friend and adopted “grandchild” turns twenty one on October 16th. And Egg, if you’re reading this, although this makes you eligible to get drunk, I hope you don’t drink too many margaritas, *snicker* only kidding.

And finally, my fellow GRANDMA EM, also has her birthday in October. Precisely on October 25th. How exciting! Girl, go easy on the sugar. I worry about those crowns on your teeth. Bye.

PUJO:

Every Bengali living in West Bengal or other parts of the planet actually count down the days till Pujo happens. This year it did look like Pujo would be a flop show – thanks to the rain – for a little bit, but we’re good now.

Kids buy new outfits and everyone overeats. Time to say bye bye to my Keto diet for a few days.

HALLOWEEN:

We don’t really celebrate Halloween in India but it’s catching up quickly. If you’re into makeup, you’ll know that this is the time of the year that people go ham with FX makeup and other Halloween inspired looks. I cannot wait.

Also, happy Blogtober! I’m going to try and go back to posting everyday. The three month window is making me nuts. Pray for me.