I had my friend’s parents’ wedding anniversary today. The party was complete with twotto,mala bodol,ulu dewa,bie'r presentation, everything. There was this marriage hall that was hired and then a massive delight-to-the-taste-buds thing that followed. Kakima still blushed during mala bodol even after 25 years of their togetherness. It's strange how people relive their marriage decades after it actually happened, still with the coyness and blushes in place. Good marriages are like old wine. If you get hold of one, you’ll never seem to have enough of it. :) Missed Kolkata boi mela this year as well. I feel moronically lethargic these days. People say I’ve become quieter, calmer. And I know that’s just externally. Inside, there’s hurricane brewing all the time. I need peace. And distance from all those people who destroy it.