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The reverence of goddess is almost iconic and monopolistic in the culture of Calcutta. This for me, is both quintessential and maverick at the same time.

In a man’s world and a country where Gods are God, Calcutta is unscrupulously devout of its goddesses. 

The Woman, The Mother, The Lady. Calcutta is the womb of the holy mother.

It’s Pujo, and I am closest to you when Maa is home.

Calcutta Stories, a tale of life and jubilation.

Inseparable love, indomitable pose, blessing in abundance, the queen of all triumphs.

Year on year, she is the sanity check of our lives, and the hope that evil will die, sometime, someday. Perhaps, forever.

The epitome of goodness, she is a sign of redemption for the self destructive urban bane.

She came, she conquered, she left with a poise and promise. We are left behind, with an equally daunting promise to deliver and keep the fervor alive.

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