And as every good thing comes to an end, the greatest festival must too. Melancholy hits everyone when Nobomi ends. As Doshomi morning begins, we come together for one last time, embrace Maa with sidhur khela, dance our way through Bishorjon with all of us crying with joy "ASHCHE BOCHOR ABAR HOBE".

We go to sleep knowing that we will be returning to our daily busy chaotic lives tomorrow.