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The Festival Of Lights.....


Happy Diwali......The festival Of Lights is back again and i am off to my "mamar bari"...The grand celebration of the festival there with all family and friends is really an integral part of my life...The preparations have already started and the fun is yet to begin..With India Pakistan match providing the an auspicious introduction to festivity we can all expect some bedazzling display of crackers and diyas.....
The true sense of the festival lies not in the display of power and authority but also in the ability to light up the hearts of nears and dear ones....its farewell to the awaited "debi pokkho" and the beggining of "Pitri Pokkho " from Saturday.......
Next year I will be in 12...The career demons will be over looking my destiny but I still profess that may all be fine and "Asche bochor Abaar Hobe".......

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Butterfly said…
Happy Diwali to u too!:-D
Diwali for me has always been the time of crackers. And, this time, the fun will be additional because I'll be attending the Bhai phonta family gathering, that too, for the first time!
Hope you have a blast!
November 9, 2007 at 5:15 PM
Dhrubo said…
i hope you had a great diwali...i don't quite like the festival,but it was great reading the article...
and i hope your class 12th doesn't mar the celebrations next year!career isn't worth it!
November 17, 2007 at 3:32 AM
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