The Saraswati idol begins her journey home—lifted onto a truck, or carefully placed in a car. Kumartuli at night is hushed and glowing, the air thick with clay, lamps, and devotion. Her face catches the light, serene and patient, as if already blessing the days ahead. Moving through dark streets, she carries more than an idol—she carries hope, waiting quietly for morning to arrive.
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