Somewhere in Kumartuli, clay became a goddess long before the drums ever started.

If you've never cried at a visarjan, you haven't truly loved a festival yet.

Mahishasura fell, and with him fell the idea that evil ever really wins.

नौ दिन, नौ रूप — फिर भी शक्ति का कोई अंत नहीं। जय माता दी।