I went. I saw. I survived. Meeting my cousins and their kids was fun as was hanging out with Anirvan's parents.
The food was good inspite of being free though I did complain about the quantity. My niece didn't want hers so I got to have her share too. That left me satisfied but also reminiscing about the food they I used to have at the pujo tola in Bangalore. We would to sit at these long tables, and people would serve you khichuri, tarkari, chutney, rosogollas on shalpata.
The line snaking to the food
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