Days kept passing on, bringing numerous new experiences. There were several co-curricular activities, functions and galas on almost daily basis. Study was not the only burden to get prepared for. We need to involve ourselves in Departmental Freshers, Union Freshers as well as the College Fest. Several bengali rock bands like Cactus, Kaalpurush and famous singers like nilonjan, sunita pandit came to our college. There was a fashion show too, that reminded me of my Delhi
We were too much involved in all these activities and haven’t noticed that Durga Puja vacation was knocking the door. I was stimulated by the thought of meeting my mom, dad and sis. My first visit to sweet home, since the beginning of my college life. Lineaments like Excitement, Hurriedness and Ebullience had already started haunting increasingly as the date of journey was approaching.
Tonight, I was finally departing with few of my colleagues. All the packing-shacking got completed on the penultimate night.We took the local train from Kalyani Ghoshpara station and headed towards Sealdah. Then through taxi reached the Howrah Howrah Bridge
A bridge without a single pillar in between to support. Don’t know how it tolerates such a lumbering traffic. After 3-4 hours of journey, we headed towards the waiting room. All of us place our bag and baggage together (me too stacked my trolley-bag and roof sack). Few of them take out their bedsheets and we sat in groups(as almost all seats were already occupied). I was in a group of four : Me , Bani , Shamita and Sanny. We interacted on topics of studies, family, hobbies, traveling, boyfriends/girlfriends (thankfully at that time all of us were “Single and Ready to Mingle”, except sanny who pretended to be single). In such a miniscule time we tattled so much. This wasn’t because of any time-machine. But our Indian railways facilitated us doing that (a two hour delay in both the trains). Bagh Express, through which me and Shamita were going and Vibhuti Express carrying Bani and Sanny. I had always repented not being a Patnawaasi (inhabitant of Patna
As I wasn’t that close to Bani. So, we hadn’t interacted much. Both of us kept on blushing and looking towards each other. But when it comes to talking, i felt comfortable with shamita and she with Sanny. But just within a few minutes of giving rest to my butts on her bed-sheet, Bani asked me to do a favour in an ordering voice.
“Tulz, take my cell and put it on charge”, I hate such kinda dominting attitude. Various thoughts started hammering my mind. ‘Why she is ordering?’, ‘Can’t she ask politely?’, ‘Why me? When it comes to talking, then she prefers Sanny and when any favour then Tulz’ , ‘Can’t she walk on her own foot and put it on charge herself?’ and blah blah.
“Okayyy” , I responded in a deepen manly voice.
That time I wasn’t knowing that her voice and way of speaking is by Default like that. It wasn’t intended for hurting anyone or ordering anybody. But in reality, she was so Sweet deep inside the heart that the Sweetest Sucrose must have felt urge to call Bani for borrowing her chemical properties.
Train arrived around 10:00 pm. All of us departed greeting 'goodbyes' and 'happy journey'. Me too greeted everyone except Bani and she too didn’t even bothered to do so. Ego problem was playing games. I slept throughout the journey. After reaching home, it was a feel good from inside. Mom cared a lot, throughout the vacation.
Vacations always seem to be of negligible time period, whether its for a week or a month or two. But in that short span of puja time, I enjoyed a lot. After all home is home.