An incident that happened with the Baishakhi Mela.
Then I will be twelve and twelve. At that time, I was in a variety of Baishakha. Probably the last day of Chaitra. A middle -aged vaddarlok passed by a pardon card in the hands of the grandfather. To keep the card on one side, he told me, "There is a Sun in the market tomorrow." I'll go to the market. The invitation has arrived. I didn't understand anything completely. Nana asked what is the thing? Nana said with a smile
'Kyle in the watch'
The next day I went to the market shop with grandfather. Nana took me and took me. At the entrance of the store, the color of the color paper, the shops packed shop, the dessert filling on the inside and the cache, smiling and chewing the money. Nana showed me to the Mahajan of the shop and said,
'Oba's grandson is taken. Let's take it. Taine again does not snatch it. '
Mahajan looked at me and called the inner employee to give a smile out and said,
'Sit our guests in the chair and make a dessert.'
I went inside. Different positions are sweet! White sweet, red rose, color mixed bundia, juice dipped in juice, mucumuchch nyaki, chicken jilapi, yogurt! Nana also came and sat down. The two grandchildren I made the abdomen with the grandson.
From that day on my head, it was clear from that day, Baishakh means sweet. Halakhata means sweet, New Year means sweet And sweet means Bengali, the traditional culture of Bengal. The flowers on the paper are a symbol of our purity. There is no different today, I do not go to Sun. There may be a dessert. At the end of the day, Bengali, sweet on the last leg I eat all the time. Yet the day I went, can it be forgotten? Whatever day goes, that day does not come, it does not come, cannot come ...
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