It all started on regular Thursday morning, I was looking at my closet (well, it isn’t a closet – its just a cupboard -but calling it one makes it seem so much bigger!), wondering what to wear to work today, thinking how I have no clothes left! Then I came upon the simple but all time favourite – the white shirt. This one is a particular hit; with me because I bought it at full price, with my peeps because I wore a shirt (and not a Homer Simpson’s t-shirt instead).  So, I wear the white shirt to work,  but I need to stay in my zone, thus I take my fairly-new-red-music-print-pullover along with me. The guys at office are trying to fight global warming by dropping temperatures inside office (that means I put the darn thing on as soon as I stepped through the big glass door) one degree at a time.

Fast forward to lunch time (hehehe! I’ve always wanted to do a ‘fast forward’ on my blog!!). I eat with my team in a small cabin assigned to them (since I do other work as well, I get to sit in Antarctica). Those lucky people have temperature control (the remote) and like most normal people in India, they switch the AC off so that the food smells don’t linger.

I get to lunch, and like every.single.day, I am the hungriest person alive. We get straight to business and eat! Once we’re done, and since there are no food smells, I decide to linger and take the pullover off! Just then, new-girl ‘S’ points out that my shirt has red fibres all over it (be shocked! its a white shirt). I take a moment to panic and…….
Enter my super hero, not-new-girl ‘S’!!

I was about to take on a rather dramatic avatar and go into a sob story about how I will never get my hands on a coat brush in time to get these fibre-y things out! And she said, ”All you need is brown masking tape!”

I ran to the supplies cabinet, whipped out the tape and ran back to my saviour!! We rolled pieces of tape around our fingers and gentle pulled out all the fibres off my shirt!

That is the first reason I love Bengal; presenting me with not-new-girl ‘S’ (who, obviously, is Bengali) was the best thing it has ever done for me.

By this time, we’re nearing the end of lunch hour and I come down to freezing point (they also like calling it ‘my desk’). And I remember, that a ‘few good men’ from work had gone on the rather daunting flight up north-east (Bengal) and I had made a rather special request!

And they did! They did!! They did get me ‘rasgullas’!!! Let me take a moment here to tell you how much I love those little white pieces of heaven dipped in the holy sweet water; I once cooked an entire French meal, with the help of only the internet, to have one, one rasgulla!

So, I spread the word, got all my peeps (including not-new-girl-’S'-from-Bengal) to have a piece each. But before that, I devoured 4 huge pieces dunked in divine jaggery water.

Rasgulla’s. They are the next most awesome reason I love Bengal!

With that I vowed my undying, forever-after love to Bengal and all the wonderful things it has given me. That includes my best friend’s (M’s) mom, without whom I would not have her!!

Thank you Bengal,
You transform our lives in ways you cannot even imagine.

Until I find a new state to love!

Tata!!