I passed the day in the midst of terrible busyness. Didn't have time to come to the blog once in the whole day. Still homecoming guests. I was so busy that I didn't have time to wear the Punjabi and shirt I bought for Baishakh. Survi was also very busy. She could not wear the sari she bought on the occasion of Baishakh. Survi bought a shirt and a Punjabi for me by matching it with her sari. I woke up very early today. Survi and my fiance have been very busy cooking since last night. There is nothing that has not cooked. Rice, polau, roast, dried fish, mashed potatoes, mashed eggplant, beef, fried hilsa fish, vegetables. Three types of pies, puddings, cakes, noodles, bell syrup, pizza. Several more items.
Meanwhile, my body has not been good for the last few days. Severe headache and fever. I survived by eating two napas in the morning and two napas at night. I went to the market several times with fever. I bought various fruits. I bought three big watermelons. As sweet, so red! Yogurt, sweets, lamb, chamcham, laddu, gujipeyara - I bought everything I could get my hands on. Survi's father, elder brother, younger brother and elder brother's new wife have all come. People from my elder brother's father-in-law's house have come. Big brother's friends have arrived. People filling the house. In the meantime, a lot of children have started running. Playing football and cycling indoors. A baby is screaming and crying. Terrible situation.
Meanwhile, the fairy is holding the deposit, she will give mehedi in her hand. Yes. I took her to the store and bought a tube of henna. Then he promised to buy 'Kinder Joy' (some kind of chocolate for children). I went to the store with him again. My legs started to ache while doing six floors, two floors. The younger brother's son Arish is ill. He returned home yesterday after 15 days from the hospital. She kept on whining and crying all the time. I am cutting apples for some, washing grapes for others and malt or watermelon for others. All in all, I don't like it. I wanted to sleep in the dark of the house.
I am talking to everyone with a smile while keeping my headache a secret. Didn't eat at noon. Serving food - the smell of food makes my head spin. Especially the smell of hilsa fish, the smell of polau, and the smell of dried fish seemed to take my breath away. I didn't take any pictures today. I left the camera full charge last night. Yet some may have picked up. I can't post pictures on the blog even if I want to. Some people will say, 'Do you think this blog is your bed room?' So I refrained from giving pictures. Anyway, the first day of Baishakh ended with laughter and food. How did you cut Boishakh? I will start reading now who wrote what on the blog.
