It’s autumn again, I can see October slowly creeping into my bedroom. The warm yellow sunlight softening the lingering ache of my poor heart. The smell of kaash is gradually slipping into a faint memory, and the blue sky with the fluffy white clouds evokes innocent childhood memories. The marigolds and hibiscus have started to bloom on my balcony as the aprajita wilts. For me, as a bengali girl living outside her native town, these are the tiny reminders of the teary farewell of Durga and the...