WHILE GROWING UP, I lived between two worlds—the grey, neoclassical corridors of Kolkata, and a few hours’ drive away, the red laterite soil roads of Mayurbhanj. One common thread woven between these places, whose histories are written in mosaic and marble, terracotta and mud. It was a deep reverence for the handmade.
This love for the artistic and the ephemeral was what brought to life the Ma Durga idols in Kumartoli before Durga Puja, and the same quiet wizardry that turned wooden wheels into motion and mastery during the Rath Yatra in the sweltering May sun.
Two states, West Bengal and Odisha, so distinct, yet united by a shared instinct: to keep our stories alive. Stories of our past, our people, our food, our migrations, our rebellions. And our art,…
