Well I really don't know how to translate that in english though i'm pretty sure if I try it will sound ridiculous.That's the thing about language,isn't it? Like no matter how many languages you know or the places you have been, it's the language you revert back to when you are sad that forms your connect to your motherland.Miles away from India in SG, where I come across people who hardly know Hindi let alone Bengali, I find immense satisfaction to converse with my hubby or with certain bangladeshi friends in Bengali.It makes me feel like I'm sitting somewhere in Kolkata, sipping cha and participating in a healthy adda session about politics,poetry and food. At times I am faced with that ever-so-epicly poignant question which every wife/home maker/mother/sister/ in fact all womanhood face at some point in their lives.No no it's not the question on mega serials like " Kya Anandi ki dubara shaadi hogi" or " Bonny ki parbe nijer adhikar nite&