Baishakhi Mela a festival of heritage and joy

My earliest memory of Baishakhi Mela takes me back to the late 1970s. I was riding a rickshaw with my father to Bangla Academy, clutching green glass bangles and little terracotta toys. The air was thick with the sweetness of pink candy floss, white sugary treats, lollipops, caramels, nut brittles, toffees, and soft roshgollas. Summer fruits like jamrul, kacha aam, and tetul sprinkled with chili salt were sold in newspaper packets.