Street Photography

Kans Grass

Kans... Kans reminds me of Durga Pujo! I don't much care for festivities, and I am an anti-theist, so I don't much care for Durga Pujo either. But Durga Pujo meant the annual festive issues of literary magazines. Magazines that, for 38 years, my Ma painstakingly bought for me. Including this year.

And this year will always be the last year. Because this year I lost my Ma. Even before the day I lost her, I would have told you I could not exist without her. In a world without her. I still can't believe I do. Nor how.