A Walk to Remember

Its a sad story that inspite of being a Bengali, I haven't had much of an exposure to my own literature. Right from my childhood days when I had Hindi as my second language, I have been reading a lot, English literature mostly. My passion for literature, both classics and contemporary, continues till date.
Resultantly, it has been really pleasant and a wonderful experience watching Bengali theatre in the last one year. Thanks to my better half for that.
It was a clouded overcast day and the entire afternoon spent in a stuporous state. Then came an impromptu plan to watch theatre at the Academy of Fine Arts. Me and Ankita set course for a political sattire Tasher Desh, inspired from the work of Rabindranath Tagore with the same name. The play was a good experience overall. Being a layman I cannot much comment on the technical aspect of the play but on the whole we both enjoyed it a lot.
And then came the rains. Pouring onto the humid hot city, bringing relief. Roadside cuppa and a smoke later we were on our way back. Walking under the same umbrella. Getting wet. Hands clasped together. Wading through small puddles of water. Looking at each other while we walked down the empty roads. An otherwise ordinary day with yet another extraordinary ending.
Finally back to my seat while the roadside stalls are getting closed. Hot air from the teapots making their way up. Now the stoves are cold. The shops almost shut. People comfortably home ready for the busy week ahead. And I, smiling with a good feeling inside. Of a complete day coming to a happy ending. Have a pleasant night!