If there is one thing I absolutely hate, other than paneer, is waking up early. The regular struggle during schooldays (school started at around 7am) was tormenting as hell. It was even more agonising then, because negotiations such as "5 more minutes", "Little bit more" didn't work at all.
With the onset of Autumn, something magical used to happen: the blooming of 'Shiuli' flowers. Those tiny white flowers, with reddish-orange stalks, singlehandedly drive Bongs mad with its intoxicating fragrance. This flower, along with 'Kaashphool', jointly declare the arrival of the greatest festival for Bengalis. Although these factors didn't help at all in easing the waking-up process, they did provide a wonderful incentive once I was up. Picking up the flowers from a bed of dew-covered grass early in the morning, while savouring the fragrance, was simply blissful.
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