The steam from the cup near me rose up to my face and blurred my specs. There again, the worst con of being specsy. I removed it and kept it on the cup dish. Yes, I know the glass will probably retain the stains from the droplets but sometimes, you just have to not mind anything. You were born naked and free but now you're burdening yourself while criticizing the way your life is. Anyways, enough philosophy, I thought to myself.

The sudden surge of brightness in the sky caught my eye. I looked up and saw fireworks bursting. Kolkata and festivity are synonymous during the Pujo. I thought of the idol immersing in the holy water, resembling all the teary eyed Bengalis after Doshomi. God, it's so tragic. It's like a long distance relationship surviving on just one visit a year. I mused on all this chaos while sipping at my Bru. The doorbell rang. He's here.

I stepped cautiously and a panic attack hit me as I thought what I should say after such a long time. I opened the door and there he was. My man. "Hey bro! It's been so long", he cried out as we hugged. "Yes man, too damn long", I exclaimed. We locked our arms around the shoulders and...