Durga Pujo

The city adorns itself with bright hoardings, matching clickers of people’s footsteps, swaying to happy music, smelling of dhunuchi – sweat – nostalgia, and when the city is exhausted, it doesn’t stop moving, it only rests to catch its breath, and so does the traffic. But that’s alright. Maa is almost here.

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