Wishing you the kind of Ashtami morning that smells like flowers and fried luchi.
विसर्जन के आंसू असल में विदाई के नहीं, अगले साल के इंतज़ार के हैं।
Devi Paksha begins, and suddenly even strangers on the street feel like family.
May the Goddess bless you with courage all year long.
Mahishasura fell, and with him fell the idea that evil ever really wins.
