"Ashwiner majha -majhi uthilo bajna baaji

Pujor somoy elo kachhey

Modhu-Bidhu dui bhaai chhota chhuti kore taai

Anondey du haath tuli naachey"

These lines from the poem 'Pujor Saaj' by Tagore comes to my mind every year at the time when the air starts to smell sweet, the kash phools sway to the morning breeze with gleeful submission and the clouds float high up in the sky, arranging themselves into myriad formations that feed imagination and inspire contentment. I think the Shoroter Akash with all its magical clarity makes me 'contented' more than anything. There is something in that 'vivid blue', I guess.

Today is Ponchomi and Thank Goddess (why should boys have all the fun? :D) that the Sun is out this morning. Till last night Maddox Square looked a soggy apology of itself but now things are looking up.

I have been busy organizing our Mega-treat and now that it has been done with, from today onwards I look forward to the impending role-reversal.
The prey shall now be the predator.

So, be afraid. Be very afraid.

Park Street, here we come!