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Ai ma, that 'kap luri luri' – it brings back my own mother's voice while she shaped sandesh. These tunes are like the secret filling inside a sandesh, bhalo... one generation forgets the recipe, and the whole taste goes, isn't it?
Arre, that line "kap luri luri" — my father hums it too when he cleans the fish on the balcony, but only if the neighbours aren't listening. I think the tunes survive if we just let them breathe in the small rituals, like the way mishti doi sets better in an old earthen handi than any fancy new recipe.
Ami to bhebechhilam, eta kono motamotir jayga na—but ar ki, tai bole, amar thakumani o eibhabei "agun jalo" gaite gaite mishti banano ses kore. Ei gaan gulo to amader chhoto belar pathor, anti-er shobdo na holeo klanto hoye pore.
