2017, in a nutshell

1. What did you do in 2017 that you’d never done before?

Bought a large important thing. Does that make me sound unbearably adult and pretentious? I think it does, and that makes me sad. But I did. I (we, actually) bought a large important thing, and now I am a large, important thing owner. 

This was also the year I mastered PROPER swimming -- as opposed to nervous thrashing about that I was doing last year. The long summer was spent swimming endless laps of the local pool. I think I have finally found my favourite sport in the world.

Also, took a trip to Goa with friends. After planning for, like, 20,000 years. (No, seriously...people had been talking about "doing Goa" for at least a decade.) The wait was totally worth it, though. Goa was all sorts of magical fun and narcotics-fuelled days bleeding into one another  -- just like I had pictured it as a teenager.

I also started wearing lipstick regularly for the first time in my adult life. Does that count? 


2. Did you keep your New Year’s resolutions, and will you make more for next year?


Partly. Yes.



3. Did anyone close to you give birth?


Yes! So many babies this year! 2017 was truly the year of procreation.



4. Did anyone close to you die?


No



5. What countries did you visit?

It was a pretty tame year, travel-wise. Largely because all our money had already gone towards large important thing. 

Within India, I went to Barot and Gushaini in Himachal, Goa, Bangalore, Benares, Lansdowne, and Calcutta. Maybe next year will be better? (Fingers crossed, knock on wood, spit in fire, etc.) 


6. What would you like to have in 2017 that you lacked in 2016?

Discipline. Contentment. Job satisfaction.



7. What date from 2017 will remain etched upon your memory?

Weirdly enough, no single date comes to mind. This was one long slog of a year, punctuated by brief moments of calm joy.


8. What was your biggest achievement of the year?

• Buying the big important thing
• Working 13 hour days for months at a stretch, and not giving up
• Sticking to my commitment of regular yoga practice

9. What was your biggest failure?

• A spectacularly botched up work transition in the middle of the year. If not for the Goa trip, I wouldn't have survived summer this year without a nervous breakdown
• Money

10. Did you suffer illness or injury?

Nothing major (thank God) except for persistent, bone-deep weariness.



11. What was the best thing you bought?

The BIG! IMPORTANT! THING!



12. Whose behaviour merited celebration?

Mine. Without a shadow of doubt.



13. Whose behaviour made you appalled and depressed?

Everyone else'.



14. Where did most of your money go?

Travel. Food. Big Important Thing.



15. What did you get really, really, really excited about?


Goa trip! Finally buying important thing I keep writing about. 



16. What song/album will always remind you of 2017?
"Udd gaye" by Rivtiz from Bacardi House Party Sessions; Makeba by Jain; "You'll be back" from Hamilton


17.Compared to this time last year, are you:
1. Happier or sadder? Happier, I think.
2. Thinner or fatter? Fatter.
3. Richer or poorer? Richer.


18. What do you wish you’d done more of?

Work. Which is ridiculous, since I worked a LOT. This does tell you about the current unhealthy relationship I have with my work, though. (Also, do you see the difference between last year's answers and this year's? Last year I was all angsty and revolting at being made to work so much. This year I'm wishing I had worked even more. My conversion to a slave of capitalism has been completed. Brainwash successful. Ting ting ti ting!)



19. What do you wish you’d done less of?

Procrastination. Complaining. 2018 is going to be my year of sucking it up and dealing with it. I'm tired of being bitchy about circumstances, which is how I spent most of last year. Working or bitching -- I must have been a delight to be around.


20. How will you be spending Christmas?


Christmas was spent with long-lost family, old friends, mulled wine, and beef biriyani from ZamZam. Life was good. :) 


21. Who did you spend the most time on the phone with?

The Americans from work. (Google Hangouts to the rescue.)


22. Did you fall in love in 2017?

Does falling in love with Lin Manuel Miranda count?


23. How many one night stands in this last year?

None.


24. What was your favourite TV programme?

• Big Little Lies
• This Is Us
• Game of Thrones
• Parks and Recreation
• Shetland
• Off-script With AIB

(Dammit, I watched a lot of TV this year.)

25. Do you hate anyone now that you didn’t hate this time last year?


Yes.


26. What was the best book(s) you read?

Oooh. This is my favourite question. Let's see -- this was my year of the detective novels, and I read a number of good ones. After exhausting all of Tana French, Anne Cleeves was my favourite whodunit discovery. My favourite Cleeves this year was "Telling Tales". Among non-detective stories, I loved Liu Cixin's "Three Body Problem" and Kamila Shamsie's "Home Fire". Another absolute stunner was Margaret Atwood's "Alias Grace". It was the kind of book that changes lives.

I also completed the Goodreads Challenge I had set myself, and managed to read 35 books this year. All in all, reading was the one thing that kept me sane.  


27. What was your greatest musical discovery?


Fleetwood Mac. Lin Manuel Miranda (AGAIN!) 



28. What did you want and get?

The big important thing


29. What did you want and not get?

More money. A less stressful job.


30. What were your favourite films of this year?

Hidden Figures. Haraamkhor. A Death In The Gunj. The Big Sick. 

This wasn't a year for movie watching. This was the year of binge watching Netflix shows. 


31. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?

I turned 29. There was a big blowout lunch the weekend before, and a quiet day on the day of the birthday. I took the day off work, watched two whole movies, and had a lovely dinner with friends at Big Chill where I stuffed my face with as much cheesecake as possible. 


32. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?
 
More money. Better time management.


33. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2017?


Finally adulting.


34. What kept you sane?

Cats and books and yoga. 


35. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?

Lin Manuel Miranda. Ranveer Singh. Neil Gaiman. David Tennant. Hasan Minhaj. Riz Ahmed. (My list doesn't change much, does it?  I am loyal towards my celebrity crushes.)


36. What political issue stirred you the most?

Aadhaar. Right to privacy act. Gujarat elections. Fucking Padmavati not being released. The sexual harrassment purge in USA.

 2017 was a shitty SHITTY year for my politics. 



37. Who did you miss?


Didimoni



38. Who was the best new person you met?


No one



39. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2017.

There's nothing that hard work won't fix. Kindness is MUCH more important than any other virtue.  



40. Quote a song lyric that sums up your year?

We hold these truths to be self-evident
That all men are created equal,
And when I meet Thomas Jefferson
I'm 'a compel him to include women in the sequel 

The Traditional Goodbye To This Spectacularly Horrific Year

1. What did you do in 2016 that you’d never done before?

Visited the UK (England, Scotland, Ireland). Watched a play in Shakespeare's Globe. Strolled down narrow London roads. Did touristy things in double-decker buses. Sang aloud in Irish pubs -- slightly tipsy on endless glasses of cider. Walked around deserted Edinburgh streets and grey Scottish villages. Cradled a cup of steaming soup in a quaint eatery next to Loch Ness. It was the dream of a lifetime -- a country I had read about all my life, stories I had studied for five years in college. Walking back to our central London hostel after many a random adventure, pleasantly tired and eating salted caramel ice cream was the closest thing to contentment I felt all of this year.

Mourning my grandmother. She was, quite simply, my most favourite person on earth. And 2016 took her away. This year, I grieved like I've never grieved before. I'm still not fully normal -- and every few days, I'm hit with a wave of longing so intense that it takes my breath away. 2016, you were such a fucker.

2. Did you keep your New Year’s resolutions, and will you make more for next year?
Kind of. Yes.

3. Did anyone close to you give birth?
No.

4. Did anyone close to you die?
Yes.

5. What countries did you visit?
England, Ireland, Scotland
Also, the following places within India: Gushaini (Himachal), Kashipur, Benares, Calcutta.

Apart from the UK trip, this was not a travelling year. I didn't even go home for Pujo OR Christmas.

6. What would you like to have in 2017 that you lacked in 2016?
Money. Happiness. Motivation. Rest.

7. What date from 2016 will remain etched upon your memory?
17th July. Made sure that I won't be forgetting 2016 in a hurry.

(Also, the first two weeks of December, when a plethora of friends got married and Calcutta was magical. But mostly, 17th July.)

8. What was your biggest achievement of the year?

• Making the UK happen
• Not breaking down in public every other day

9. What was your biggest failure?
  Money. Work. Contentment.

10. Did you suffer illness or injury?
Nothing worth remembering anyway. Does heartache count? 

11. What was the best thing you bought?
 Tickets for the UK. Books on Kindle. Wacom tablet for S.

12. Whose behaviour merited celebration?
Mine. S'.

13. Whose behaviour made you appalled and depressed?
2016's

14. Where did most of your money go?
Travel. Food. Books.

15. What did you get really, really, really excited about?
The UK trip. The December weddings. 

16. What song/album will always remind you of 2016?
"Hosanna..." from Vinnaithaandi Varuvaayaa
"Ophelia..." by the Lumineers
The entire soundtrack of Hamilton (Young, scrappy, and hungry!)
"Aguner poroshmoni..."

17. Compared to this time last year, are you:
1. Happier or sadder? Sadder.
2. Thinner or fatter? Fatter.
3. Richer or poorer? Poorer.

18. What do you wish you’d done more of?
Spending time with my grandmother. Oh God, the regret is like a metallic taste in my tongue. It lurks in corners, never too far to give me a nudge, a poke, a swat.

19. What do you wish you’d done less of?
Working. Good fucking lord, the American bosses took over my life this year. I worked 12/13 hour days for weeks at a time. 2016, you were spectacularly bad for my hobbies, my posture, my sanity, and my ability to keep my house clean and spend time with S.

20. How will you be spending Christmas?
Christmas was spent with good friends and wine at an all-you-can-eat sushi buffet, followed by arguably the best Bollywood movie I've seen this year. It was all good. :) 

21. Who did you spend the most time on the phone with?
The mother. The mother-in-law. The boss. (Google Hangouts count, right?)

22. Did you fall in love in 2015?
Nope.

23. How many one night stands in this last year?
None.

24. What was your favourite TV programme?

• Jessica Jones
• Stranger Things
• Game of Thrones
• Relationship Goals (on Buzzfeed Violet)

25. Do you hate anyone now that you didn’t hate this time last year?
Yes.

26. What was the best book(s) you read? 
Books were the one thing that did not suck this year. I read a ton of whodunits (that were mostly good) and a bunch of "in the news, hyped" books (that were mostly bad). I also completed the GoodReads reading challenge of 32 books in a year. So there's that.

However, the best book, by far, was Siddhartha Mukherjee's "The Emperor of All Maladies". This is the kind of book that changes lives. If I had read this in high school, I would surely have been more interested in biology than I was. Weirdly enough, I was reading this right around the time my grandmum passed away. This book, and its story of man's essential mortality, helped soothe me in those days when little else could. 

Since then, I've listened to a number of Mukherjee's talks on YouTube, and developed a full blown crush on this bearded, bespectacled Bengali boy with a Pulitzer prize under his belt. I'm saving his latest book on genes for next year, savouring the delicious anticipation.

27. What was your greatest musical discovery?
The Lumineers. 

28. What did you want and get?
The UK trip

29. What did you want and not get?
My grandmother. Job satisfaction. Success. Money.

30. What were your favourite films of this year?
Howl's Moving Castle. Dangal. Fantastic Beasts And Where To Find Them. 
(Much like travelling, this was not a year for serious movie watching. I spent all my time working or grieving or mindlessly watching Buzzfeed videos.)

31. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?
28. A full on lunch party the day before. Basking in the sunshine with my cats and eating sushi and tiramisu on the actual day.

32. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?
 More money. A better job. My grandmother.  

33. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2015?
Trying hard.

34. What kept you sane?
S. Books. Cats. Sleep.

35. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?
Siddhartha Mukherjee. Riz Ahmed. Lin Manuel Miranda. (And of course, the usuals of Gaiman, Tennant, Adichie and Ranveer Singh)

36. What political issue stirred you the most?
JNU. Brexit. Trump. Demonetization. 2016 was a year of shitty SHITTY politics. Every issue I cared about went the opposite way. Every person I hated ascended the throne. 

37. Who did you miss?
My grandmother.

38. Who was the best new person you met?
N, maybe?

39. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2016.
Keep calm and carry on. (And maybe sometimes cry a little.) 

40. Quote a song lyric that sums up your year?

Catch a boat to England, baby, 
Maybe to Spain 
Wherever I have gone, 
Wherever I've been and gone 
Wherever I have gone 
The blues are all the same.

Five Unpopular Opinions

I just had a deeply satisfactory weekend. This involved hectic socialising and chores on Saturday, and drinking coffee under the blanket on Sunday. Therefore, for the first time in days, I feel rested enough to be restless. Ergo, random tags on this defunct blog.

1. I think all kinds of beer and whiskey taste terrible. Doesn't matter how rare and expensive your single malt is, it'll always be wasted on me.

2. I think Harry Potter is a superior piece of literature than Lord Of The Rings.

3. I'm an avid meat eater. I also have two cats that I love to bits, and have not met a dog I haven't adored. However, I find myself curiously indifferent to the Yulin dog meat festival (that seems to have taken over my Facebook feed). Since I eat pig and cow and goat with gusto, I find it a little hypocritical to decry the custom of eating another kind of four legged animal. Isn't it all conditioning, at the end of the day?

4. I hate fudge. It's overtly sweet, tastes like nothing, and turns into glue inside one's mouth.

5. I think Seinfeld is overrated.

Randomly took the day off from work. Watched 8 episodes of Modern Family back to back. Ate a laddu for lunch. Took a long luxurious shower. Drank a good cup of coffee. Finished a long-pending magazine.

Haven't been this happy in ages. It was as if I was almost... content?!

Are coffee and solitude really the answers to my life's problems?

I didn't realize Pujo in Delhi would be *this* underwhelming.

More than Pujo, it's just...home that I miss. I haven't been home in months. Haven't slept on my own bed, haven't lounged around on the hideous red sofa, haven't taken the auto to the Golpark CCD. I miss Kolkata and my grandparents and my half-boiled eggs for breakfast. I miss my mother and my brother and Champa mashi and my whole extended, annoying family. I miss life as it was before 2014.

I think I need to take a week off just to go home and lick my wounds. 

Didimoni

In 1947, when didimoni abandoned her ancestral house in Mymensingha to make that fateful journey to the west, she left behind a lot of things. Most of her sarees, the certainty of her life as a district topper, and, more importantly, almost all her prize books. They had her names inscribed on them, she would recall wistfully. Leather harbound books, with golden letters. Certificates praising her for her memorizing things. But that was okay, she said. She was going to a new country, and memories could always be remade. Besides, she could always memorize new things.

My earliest memories of didimoni involve her memorizing things. She would put me to sleep, reciting all of "Abol Tabol" from memory. "You're just making this up", I would insist. "That's really not how it goes." "Yes, that's exactly how it goes", she would smugly assert. And that really, was, exactly how it went. To this day, the genius of Sukumar Ray and the brilliance of my grandmother are inseparable in my mind.

I remember two kinds of people from my childhood - the talkers, who would discuss things endlessly, and the do-ers, who would skip the discussions to get things done. Didimoni was, very firmly, in the latter group. She would cook, knit, sew, advise, mend, create, and comfort - mostly simultaneously, almost everyday, without breaking a sweat. When I remember my grandmother, I remember a flurry of movements, with just a few, brief flashes of pause. The soft, cotton saree anchal, the turmeric-stained fingers, the paan-bata with the supuris, the best mutton curry and patisaptas in the world, the wavy hair that I inherited, the sharp intellect that I didn't quite come into.

In an age when women weren't, really, out and about, my slip of a grandmother - a refugee in a strange country - managed to quietly thumb her nose at the world. She enrolled in a college, got incredible marks, got married, raised two children, ran a household, got herself a job with the RBI, gave it up, and then finally settled on an auditing position with the state government. My mother tells me how she would leave every morning, in her starched sarees and ironed blouses, hair in a bun, spring in her steps - *after* cooking a full meal for the family, packing off children to school, and dealing with a cantankerous mother-in-law. Me? I can barely manage to get my solitary self to work on most days. And most of my t-shirts are rumpled.


Didimoni taught me to memorize. She taught me to love Pujabarshikis, Russian literature, and Darjeeling tea. She taught me to admire Sukumar Ray and afternoon soaps and piping hot jilipis for breakfast. She taught me to cook, to count,to observe the world. To juggle responsibilites and to love Charles Dickens and to always keep a clean handkerchief handy. She kept a cold glass of lebur jol ready for me in summer, and made mowas on misty Saraswati pujo mornings - the smell of warm jaggery seeping into her pores. She taught me to not slow down. She taught me to survive.

Didimoni used to read after lunch. Every day, after the table was wiped down and the food was put away and the extended family hunkered down for the afternoon siesta, she would lean back with her favourite "Desh". We spoke about the world on those magical afternoons. My five-year old self frantically trying to keep up with her observations about world affairs. Never stop looking outwards, she would say. Kupomonduks are the worst.

My grandmother - Sati Sen - Partition surviver and household runner and starched saree-wearer and life tip-giver, passed away yesterday. She was 85. The nature of grief is that it comes in waves. Losing dadumoni and didimoni in quick succession means that, every few minutes, I'm being hit by waves of finality so overwhelming, that it takes my breath away.

I spent my childhood in a rundown house in south Calcutta, being mostly brought up by my two eccentric, lovable, efficient, exasperating grandparents. These two, like millions of others, immigrated across the border during tumultous times, and then set about building a life in a strange country with characteristic aplomb.

And that's what I keep telling myself. That they've just moved across the border somewhere. And it's okay, because they've done this before. And they're out there somewhere, setting up house and cooking mutton and watching cricket matches after lunch. And maybe, sometime, they're looking down at me too.

They're just somewhere else. That's all that it is.

My list currently includes:

• Neil Gaiman
• David Tennant
• Benedict Cumberbatch
• Lin Manual Miranda

I obviously have a major thing for pale, thin (mostly) British men.

How is it, then, that I ended up marrying a decidedly non-thin, non-British person? Ah, the mysteries of life.

Jonmodin!

Things I did on my birthday:

1. One full-on-all-out lunch party the day before, with about 15 guests, in my tiny apartment. This actually included getting up at the crack of dawn to score nihari and bheja curry from Old Delhi, cleaning house like a maniac, and preventing the cats from destroying the rugs. I was very proud of myself, but old, creaky bones meant that I passed out before the last guest had left. (which was, admittedly, at 11 pm. And I had been up from 5:30. But still.).

2. A day off from work on the actual birthday.

3. Afternoon nap under the blanket, warming my toes in the buttery winter sun.

4. Cuddling with the cats.

5. Finishing one whole Neil Gaiman book.

6. Ordering and eating one whole pizza by myself. (It was a small pizza, but I think that still counts.)

7. Walking around CP and stuffing my face with sushi and nasi goreng and tiramisu ice cream for dinner.

In short, a pretty awesome time was had, even if I say so myself.

The rest of the week has meetings and office dinners till 10 every day, and, to put it mildly, looks bleak. I am so glad I have this stuff to think about when shit hits the fan, as it is often wont to do in this corporate jungle.

[I wonder if I should change this blog to a confessional style page, where I write about such mundane happenings in my decidedly average life. Would that help me write here more often? Hmmm, I wonder.]

Bottoms of my trousers

People want to reach for the stars, be famous, write novels, break down (metaphorical AND literal) barriers.

Me? I just want to get back home, cuddle my cats, read a book, and maybe have some cake. Cakes and cats versus all-encompassing ambition and white hot brilliance. Cakes and cats always win. Always.

I like my friends. I like to socialise. I like to dress up and put on my party face. But mostly, I like to get back home and watch some TV. Cook some mutton. Read some books.

I spent most of last Saturday under my quilt, drinking coffee in bed, and watching Jessica Jones.  It was the most perfect fucking Saturday I've spent in a long long while.

Does that make me boring? Average? Passé? All of the above?

I grow old, I grow old. Are the bottoms of my trousers rolled?

Because, some things are traditions

1. What did you do in 2015 that you’d never done before?

• Visited Cambodia and Thailand. Sat on the steps of the Angkor temples at dawn, effectively crossing off one thing from my bucket list.
• Adopted a cat, my first pet ever. 
• Adopted another cat.
• Re-learnt swimming. Swam relentlessly all summer.
• Started volunteering at a community library for underprivileged kids (It soon became my highlight of the week)
• Set up a translation blog that people actually read.
• Completed my 2015 Goodreads Challenge (30 books were successfully read in 2015.)

2. Did you keep your New Year’s resolutions, and will you make more for next year?
Kind of. Yes.

3. Did anyone close to you give birth?
No.

4. Did anyone close to you die?
Yes.

5. What countries did you visit?
Cambodia! Thailand!
Also, the following places within India: Jaipur, Gushaini (Himachal), Bangalore, Bikaner, Jim Corbett National Park, Kashipur, Benares.


6. What would you like to have in 2016 that you lacked in 2015?
Job satisfaction. Money.

7. What date from 2015 will remain etched upon your memory?
19 December, for heartbreaking reasons

8. What was your biggest achievement of the year?

• Finally getting my act together to change teams within my company
• Making Cambodia happen

9. What was your biggest failure?
  Money, mostly

10. Did you suffer illness or injury?
Nothing horrific, thank God (fingers crossed, knock on wood)

11. What was the best thing you bought?
 Tickets for Cambodia. Sushi for my birthday lunch. My first ever smartphone.

12. Whose behaviour merited celebration?
Mine. S'. D's (surprisingly enough)

13. Whose behaviour made you appalled and depressed?
K's, I think.

14. Where did most of your money go?
Travel. Food. Cat stuff.

15. What did you get really, really, really excited about?
Cambodia. My cats.

16. What song/album will always remind you of 2015?
"Matargashti."
"Mohakaler koley eshe, gouri holo mohakali..."
"Everything is awesome."

17. Compared to this time last year, are you:
1. Happier or sadder? The same, I think.
2. Thinner or fatter? Fatter.
3. Richer or poorer? Richer.

18. What do you wish you’d done more of?
Swimming. Dancing. Reading. Spending time with my grandfather.

19. What do you wish you’d done less of?
Procrastinating. (Good God, the procrastination. I think it's become some sort of a disease.)

20. How will you be spending Christmas?
I spent Christmas with good friends, eating cake and biriyani, and drinking mulled wine. It was a good Christmas.

21. Who did you spend the most time on the phone with?
The mother and the mother-in-law. (Such domesticity. Shudder.)

22. Did you fall in love in 2015?
Nope.

23. How many one night stands in this last year?
None.

24. What was your favourite TV programme?

• True Detective
• Masterchef Australia
• Inside Amy Schumer
• Lizzie Bennett Diaries; Pitchers; Permanent Roommates (Evidently, this was the year of the Web series.)

25. Do you hate anyone now that you didn’t hate this time last year?
No

26. What was the best book(s) you read?
Ooh ooh, this was the year of author discoveries. Fell in love with Chimamanda N'gozi Adichie and read "Americanah", "That Thing Around Your Neck", and "Half of a Yellow Sun" in one go. I also discovered Margaret Atwood, and was riveted by "The Handmaid's Tale" and "Stone Mattress: Nine Tales". This was the year of much good reading.

27. What was your greatest musical discovery?
The existence of 8tracks

28. What did you want and get?
A new job

29. What did you want and not get?
Money. Peace.

30. What were your favourite films of this year?
Masaan. Asa Jawar Majhe. Ugly.
(This was also the year I discovered Star Wars, which should, I think, get at least an honorary mention.)

31. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?
27. Sushi for lunch, and a party the day before.

32. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?
 More money. A bit more spine. 

33. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2015?
Lazy.

34. What kept you sane?
 Cats. Books. In that order.

35. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?
 Ranveer Singh. Neil Gaiman. Chimamanda N'gozi Adichie. John Oliver.

36. What political issue stirred you the most?
The "intolerance" debate, and everything that happened around it.

37. Who did you miss?
Dadumoni.

38. Who was the best new person you met?
M and M. Hands down.

39. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2015.
Mortality is a bitch.

40. Quote a song lyric that sums up your year?
"Here comes the sun/ And I say, it's all right.
Little darling, it's been a long, cold, lonely winter..."

Dadumoni

Dadumoni loved his coffee, even though, due to health issues, coffee was a strictly regulated treat. That was a pity, because every time he drank coffee, he told me stories about Dhaka. To this day, Bangladesh evokes memories of sitting on top of a large dining table, sharing a bowl of muri and an occasional sip of coffee, listening to stories about countries torn apart; countries mended.

My earliest memories of my grandfather mostly involve that very large dining table. He would sit at his customary chair and tell me stories about the "homeland" across the border. About graduating, and struggling for a job. About being friends with Bhanu Banerjee and being taught by Satyendranath Bose and Mohitlal Majumdar. About being stuck in the "wrong locality" during a Hindu-Muslim riot, and about his thrilling escape after running into his Muslim dentist. He spoke about the interminable journey from East to West, when there was so much emptiness inside, but not much outside. He made "bhush bhush" sounds with his hands while talking about the packed steamer from Goalondo. And he smacked his lips when he spoke about the delicious chicken curry to be found aboard those steamers.

Dadumoni was a writer. The house was full of diaries where he wrote about hilarious real-life anecdotes. Stories about how he bluffed his way through exams, helped his sibling shelter truant freedom fighters from the British police, and made friends at work. Dadumoni taught me to love afternoon soaps, Sri Lankan batting, and the “lyaja” piece of the fish. He taught me how to sharpen pencils with a piece of blade, how to create elaborate collages by cutting up old pictures and newspapers, how to craft greeting cards for every occasion, and how to laugh without restraint. A belly laugh, he called it. He gave me my very first copy of Charles Lambs' "Tales from Shakespeare", and was the first person who read to me from Wordsworth.

He was also usually the first person to get up in the morning, generally by five. He would go about brushing his teeth and entertaining my infant brother by lustily singing "Dhono dhanyo pushpo bhora" or "Tomarei koriachhi jeebonero dhrubotara" at the top of his voice. (Even today, lines from these songs remind me of groggy winter mornings and a smiling grandparent.) Eventually, he would totter off to the market, with his walking stick and his precious bajaarer bag in tow. I learnt my first "bajaar skills" from him (always check the gills of the fish), and my first Nojrulgeeti (“Mohakaler koley eshe gouri holo mohakali...”). Everytime you went somewhere with Dadumoni in the picture, you had to build in an extra fifteen minutes, because he would invariably delay you with his inane anecdotes and his insistence of waving at you from the main gate whenever you left the house. (He couldn't walk fast due to acute arthritis. Not that you ever heard him complain.) And on exam days, when I would quickly do a perfunctory pronaam and try to rush out of the house, he would always take his time blessing me, whispering "Hori hori hori bolo/ Ajker porikkha bhalo/ Buchu porbe bhalo/ Buchu likhbe bhalo" in my ears. Strangely enough, the days that I insisted that I didn't have time for the prolonged blessing were invariably the days when the question papers seemed particularly tough.

Like millions of others, he immigrated across the border during tumultous times, and went on to live his life with unapologetic aplomb. He sang songs, drank coffee, hosted get-togethers, and opened his doors to guests from all over the world.

Dadumoni collected coins. He would give away shiny two-rupee coins every poila baishakh and bijoya. Once, on my birthday, he gave me a chocolate box full of old coins of various denominations. I carry around a few coins from that box till today. They are my lucky charms, my hereditary talisman.

My grandfather, Arun Kumar Sen—fish lover, Partition survivor, Ranatunga admirer, belly laugher, collage enthusiast, adda addict, Wordsworth aficionado—passed away in his sleep two days ago. But that's not how I imagine him going. I imagine him striding into wherever he is right now, demanding coffee, adda, loud songs, Goalondo chicken curry, and an uninterrupted cricket match. And sometimes, I imagine him looking down at me, and smiling, as I curl my fist around my lucky coin, and demand the same from life.