as a child, i eagerly awaited the pujo edition of আনন্দমেলা, mainly for the adventures of কাকাবাবু and মিতিনমাসি. as i grew older and left the city, both sunil gangopadhyay and suchitra bhattacharya passed away, and the magic of flipping through the pages of আনন্দমেলা started to fade. but during the pandemic, i found myself revisiting the stories of কাকাবাবু to relive those bygone days. it might not be considered high literature, but it’s my guilty pleasure. whenever i'm feeling low or stuck in a reading slump, i turn to these stories.