I remember believing and reveling in religion and God but somewhere along my adolescence I left behind my innocence and my belief and God. For the longest time I've been an atheist but I've always found the concept of a God fascinating. Saraswati, the goddess of learning holds a special place in my heart and I still remember being a mere child, waking up at the break of dawn, washing myself with kacha holud and hurriedly putting on the yellow panjabi by mother laid out for me and rushing to join my grandmother infront of the idol. Everyone went to school on Saraswati Puja except me because I hated school and I hated the people I studied with. Growing up queer, school was always hard for me. Not academically but socially.
But now I'm about to finish my undergrad in 6months and I've met people from that school that made the journey more memorable. Now Saraswati Puja marks the day I get to meet all of those amazing people at the place where we all met for the very first time 🩷













