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But “Jagadhatri yesterday” wasn't just about the idol. It was about the energy of the pandal —the temporary temple that had sprung up like a miracle of bamboo and cloth. Children, high on freedom from school and fistfuls of jhalmuri , raced between the pillars, their laughter cutting through the drone of the aarti . Grandmothers, draped in crisp white sarees with red borders, pressed their palms together, their lips murmuring stories older than the hills. Young men in their best shirts hovered near the food stalls, arguing over whose turn it was to buy a plate of khichuri and labra .

She was magnificent, as always. Seated on her lion, wielding the bow, arrow, chakra, and conch, her eyes were large and calm, holding a peace that the frantic crowd below could only aspire to. The chala (the ornate backdrop) behind her glittered under the halogen lights, a cascade of thermocol and foil sculpted into celestial arches. Artisans had spent months on this moment, and yesterday, their devotion paid off in the gasps of the faithful. jagadhatri yesterday

Jagadhatri yesterday was loud, vibrant, crowded, and chaotic. But as I walked home, the echo of the drums still vibrating in my chest, I realized it was also a prayer. Not just the one we recited, but the one we lived. And this morning, the silence feels heavy with its absence, waiting for the next time the goddess returns to remind us of who we are. But “Jagadhatri yesterday” wasn't just about the idol