It has been a year since she has moved to Kolkata. By now she was accustomed to the whimsical party-girl nature of this city. She saw her dress up heavily for Durga Puja, then get perked up in red and white for Christmas and what a humongous attire she got into for the recent Eid-ud-Zoha.
She had seen it all, from a distance. She was afraid that if she got too close, she might be taken as something alien.
As she walked along the slightly dark pavements of Paddapukur Lane, someone tugged on her kurta.."Didi, nokuldana!", a tiny voice said, pushing a small white sugar ball onto her awkward hand. As she looked back at the girl's face, two smiles lit up spontaneously.
It was Rathyatra. The city didn't care to put up much make-up on such a rainy day. However, she felt that it had never looked more beautiful.
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