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When I first saw fireflies I thought that they were truly fairies with lanterns, or at least some very beautiful creature like butterfly or dragonfly. Then of course I caught one and was quite disappointed to see the brown bug in the morning.

But after the initial disappointment the love returned. I still remember when I first went to Kamalpur, I was very little and there was no electricity in Kamalpur, and the bamboo groves were filled with fireflies. I have never seen so many fireflies together they actually gave those groves a faint light.

I remember asking my father what they were.

The strange thing is when I returned there in 1985 electricity was not there till then but the fireflies were gone. There were some but not that many.

Maybe because the river dried up or it might have rained excessive that year or pollution! I still love those illuminant bugs! There is something full of hope with those specs of light as they fly around in night darkness.

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Butterflies are the most beautiful creatures if you ask me, nothing can beat their beauty in my eyes. My father’s garden was full of butterflies, so even though I was a little monster back then when it came to poor butterflies and dragonflies I noticed their beauty too most probably that’s what sealed their doom. Then I shifted to Delhi with my elder sister. I don’t remember seeing much butterflies there, that’s for sure. The funny thing was even though Burdwan when I returned there was full of greenery, and when I finally left it, it still was full of greenery but butterflies? There were handful of them only, and they were really bland too!
Then I came to Hyderabad and I have not seen so many butterflies at a time after Tundla, my childhood, there was a fortnight a month back when they flew past my balcony in dozens every minute and dazzling beauties too, and my love for them came back in full glory! Everybody loves them, right?

170×170 day 164 11.10.15

When I first saw fireflies I thought that they were truly fairies with lanterns, or at least some very beautiful creature like butterfly or dragonfly. Then of course I caught one and was quite disappointed to see the brown bug in the morning.
But after the initial disappointment the love returned. I still remember when I first went to Kamalpur, I was very little and there was no electricity in Kamalpur, and the bamboo groves were filled with fireflies. I have never seen so many fireflies together they actually gave those groves a faint light.
I remember asking my father what they were.
The strange thing is when I returned there in 1985 electricity was not there till then but the fireflies were gone. There were some but not that many.
Maybe because the river dried up or it might have rained excessive that year or pollution! I still love those illuminant bugs! There is something full of hope with those specs of light as they fly around in night.

170×170 day 163 10.10.15

I love flowers, without any favoritism, they all are beautiful to me, starting from the grass flower to orchids or roses.

Ever since my childhood I have loved them, it is not a love that I picked up with maturity, I remember noticing the grass flowers or wild flowers, no matter how small they were and never compared them with their more dazzling sisters.

There is something very pure and sweet about flowers, their sheer presence can lift mood. We don’t have to be able to touch them or inhale their fragrance flowers in a distant tree will give you as much pleasure as one right beside us!

These are the times when I thank God for giving us human beings this power to love, adore and enjoy these amazing gifts, now our love for flowers is for the sake of love itself- we don’t have any role in pollination, still we love it for its sheer beauty. Honestly I don’t think any other creature is blessed with this power!

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Durgapuja- since I first attended Kamalpur Durgapuja I got bonded with the Goddess. Even though after leaving that venue I have not attended any Durgapuja, that is have not offered my prayers anywhere, still I love it, because no matter how busy I am or how brooding I was the presence of the Goddess becomes very real in hearts, now, if so many thousand hearts are calling out for someone how can she stay away?

I think that is exactly what happens during Durgapuja, so even if I stay inside my home and celebrate my Durgapuja by painting a picture of the Goddess each day (that takes about an hour) I relish every second, because now that is my way of bonding with her like I once bonded with her in Kamalpur.

No matter how much life changes if we truly love something we finally create its closest replacement in our world, it may take some time but finally happens.

So, I can gladly say that I still love Durgapuja.