The festival of autumn

Durga puja is the biggest festival in Bengal, but is it just that?

"Uff, sei pujo mati korar plan, koto jayega jabo bhablam, bondhuder sathe ato plan, sob britha." Tithi wrote in the WhatsApp group called "cousins".
"Sotti, baba, pujo te naki desher bari te je family time katate hobe, ful dida r kichu wish korte parlo na." Replied Dipto.
"Sara pujo oi dhyardhyere gobindopure katale toder boudi ragbe na keno bol, ei to somoye dekha korar, ta na."Replied Adrij.
"Charo to eshob, ami jachina, amar pet kharap hoche tokhon, tomra nijeder excuse bhabo." Sapto replied.
"Ato soja, elder ra boddo chepe dhoreche, byapar ta hochei, r amader jete hole toke o hobe, kintu sunechi Okhane naki network o thake na, ki je korbo ." Brishti said.

Unfortunately none of them could escape the "Sharodiya" punishment and when finally were ushered in to ful dida's room, all were out and out irritated.

"Esechis tora?" said the bedridden fragile figure, eyes tearing up and a smile blooming like a flower, which has been just watered.

"Hya didu, tumi dekhte cheyechile aste to hotoi." said one of the cousins.

"Sudhu tai? Pujor somoye puro bari baccha der haanshi te bhore thakbe, charidike hoihullor hobe tobe na bari, bari." Posed dida.

"Amra r chotachuti korar boyeshe nei go" replied another.

"Ke boleche, chotachutir boyesh hoe naki, mon ta thaka chai. Acha, tora ei kota din ami Ja bolbo kor, Tarpor na hoe ei burir r konodin mukh dekhte hobe na."

"Ki bolcho tumi, mukh dekhte hobe na mane?"

"Tomar kotha tei to asha, eo na hoe soi."

"Ki korte hbe?"

Were the replies.

"Shon, sobar age toder jontro pottor sob dure rakh, tarpor amar ghore roj sokale asbi sobai, roj akta kore task korbi, Bujhli."

The tasks were simple, "uthon jhaat de", "phul tule aan", "gramer lokeder sathe bhab kor", "gaan shona", "khichuri bana", etc.

These days, the cousins not only lived in harmony with each other, but laughed without being pictured, embraced the sun, ran through the fields, danced with the villagers, actually got to know themselves, and above all, fun with friends, going out with girlfriend and eating junk was not missed.

When doshomi was over with sindur khela, everyone rushed to ful dida to convey their glee and gratitude.

"Dida? Dekho sindur e puro lal hoe gechi."

"Didu, tumi sotti great."

"Dida, task gulo darun chilo."

"Didu, o didu, ghumie porle naki?"

"Ful Dida?"

But dida didn't stir.
She smiled from somewhere, durga ma had done her job.