Durga Puja arrives like percussion. First a distant pulse, then an all-encompassing roar. In Kolkata’s lanes and in village squares across Bengal, the festival is less a calendar entry than a choreography of sound: layered, ritualised and insistently alive. The beats of the dhak, the flicker of incense in dhunuchi naach, the spectacle of street theatre and the hush of bhajans together turn a religious observance into a public, sonic commons where devotion and performance are indistinguishable.



