A memory,huh?

It's difficult to choose—

Okay,story time everyone.

Lemme talk about last year.

It was Durga Puja. My mom,aunt and I were pandal hopping. We went to see the pandal at Dumdum Park. We went in fine but the trouble happened while getting out. There wasn't an exit. Yes,there WASN'T an exit and we weren't allowed to exit from the entry side.

And there was a bamboo fence. Yes people,you got that right. There was a bamboo fence and everyone was crossing it to go over. And let me just say that I have never ever done something remotely like this. And the fence was higher than I was.

When I reached the fence,I was giggling nervously. My face was flushed(yes,I am a drama queen y'all) and my heart was beating fast enough to make every other noise fade. Yes,I panicked a bit while going over it. Especially when I lost my footing and almost slipped,the keyword being almost. Anyways, getting up was one thing. Getting down was another.

Huffing and puffing,my non-existent muscles straining with the effort,losing my footing another couple of times,I finally managed to get down. And when I did get down,I was exhilarated. Crossing the fence felt like an Herculean feat.

My mom and aunt got over it, relatively easily and I stood dazed for a while trying to convince myself that I had actually done this in real life and not in my dreams. We were all laughing afterwards and I remember singing,"Believer' in the rickshaw.

I remember this with a thrill because I don't get to do much physical activity and definitely not something like this. It felt thrilling and it's a good memory.

(Well most memories of Durga Puja are good but that's beside the point)

So well

*Shrugs*