A tale set on Mahalaya night explores the tension between tradition and skepticism, loss and remembrance. Shadows blur the line between the living and the departed, testing faith, love, and protection. Rituals, fear, and unseen bonds converge in a haunting journey toward release, devotion, and spiritual peace.
The woman eagerly follows the Navratri colour code, not out of superstition but for fun and celebration. It adds excitement to her routine, as she bonds with friends over outfits. Despite criticism, she believes the festival is a chance to celebrate womanhood and take some well-deserved time for herself.
A Kolkata Tamilian reflects on her childhood memories of Navratri and Durga Puja, blending Tamil and Bengali traditions. From Mahalaya mornings to Golu dolls, shopping trips, and Durga Puja pandals, the nostalgia-filled journey spans decades, evoking a deep connection to both cultures and festivals.
I rummage through my wardrobe, a yellow sari and a blue kurta. Uff, I’m done. Just the peacock green left, I sigh victoriously “Sari or
