Prologue

Few hours before the Puja

24th October Astami it is –

"Oh! Boy, come on pass those garlands fast!"

"Ah! Are the arrangements done? It should be perfect! The minister is coming, make sure about the security and also remember that even if a single mistake is committed you could be behind the bars! Mind it."

"Yes! Sir, we won't let you down!"

"We'll see now get back to work! Kotha kom bole kaaj beshi koro." (Talk less and work more)

The boys nodded and went back to work while the manager supervised all the arrangements and pointed out any faults.

Soon the vast blue sky turned into the palette of light hues of orange, purple and pink but the inky black dominated the sky indicating that it was dusk and the sun deep below the horizon giving the last glimpse of the day. City filled with the glow of street lights shining bright in the dark festive night while the avenues and streets were jammed.

The holy hymns and prayers were sung and can be heard throughout the city. The possessions of Maa Durga murti (idols of goddess Durga) was taking place. The press was busy covering the news for the headlines. The festive aura created the cheery joyful spiritual ambience which lifted the spirits of Calcuttans.

Most of the media was present in Shreebhumi puja mandal as it became a main attraction because of its Bahubali themed decorations and home minister Shreeghan Basu was this year's chief guest. Where there is celebrity, there is always a craze and news and why would the paparazzi  miss this golden chance?

 But little did anyone know about the catastrophe the fate plans to do.

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