Hrittik Ghosh 1 Kolkata had transformed into a city of shimmering lights and rhythmic chaos, where every street seemed to pulse with life. The air was thick with the fragrance of incense mingling with the irresistible aroma of steaming puchkas, kathi rolls, and mishti from the countless food stalls lining the thoroughfares. The cacophony of dhak drums, laughter, and devotional chants blended into a symphony unique to Durga Puja, drawing both locals and visitors into its vibrant rhythm. Neon lights bounced off the wet pavements from an occasional monsoon drizzle, adding a glimmering sheen to the city. Ornate pandals, each…