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

Durga Puja greetings — may every wish of yours be fulfilled.

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

The trishul in her hand isn't for war. It's for anyone who has ever needed rescuing.

May your Durga Puja have new clothes, no queues, and a plate that never runs out of luchi.