Devi Paksha begins, and suddenly even strangers on the street feel like family.

अष्टमी की अंजलि में जो सुकून है, वो साल भर कहीं नहीं मिलता।

Wishing you the kind of Ashtami morning that smells like flowers and fried luchi.

Ashtami sindoor on your forehead, joy in your heart — that's the whole festival right there.

Somewhere between the conch shells and the ulu-dhwani, this city remembers who it is.