These swaying white flowers by that lake are not just kans grass. This not just a scenery – this is my home town during autumns – beautiful and serene.
I clicked this picture two years back on my way home from Guwahati airport. I wish the world was there to witness the maturing beauty of nature; I wish I had a high-end camera to shoot this beautiful location.
I could smell the autumn in the breeze. I stopped my taxi by the side of the road and captured this on my phone (the output isn’t great, but I treasure it).
As autumn sets in, my heart starts yearning to go home. Back to my land, where my loved ones live – they wait eagerly for me, every year. I visit my home town once a year.
Autumn marks the advent of the joyous festival of Durga Puja (Durga is a Hindu goddess – puja refers to the rituals when we worship this goddess).
Fragrant shiuli or night-flowering jasmine flowers bloom filling my heart with joy and excitement.
Photography: Bhagyajit Bhuyan
There is a slight coolness in the air, with bright shining sunbeams.
Every day I wake up with a strange nostalgia – memories of durga puja of my childhood, when the early-morning dew still drenched the grass blades, mornings were cold with bright sunshine.
The smell of sweets and the aroma of Assam tea still lingers around.
How I miss these sweet nothings of life! Durga puja is again round the corner. But I am already feeling lonely and homesick. My people are far, very far from me, and I can’t leave this mad rush to go there. While I write this, tears brim the edges of my heart.
I miss home – I miss my people.