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From the soft embrace of soil, a form begins to rise—
an unfinished Durga, yet already alive with promise.
Her eyes are not painted, her crown not adorned,
but in every curve of clay rests the heartbeat of Bengal.
This humble beginning whispers of the days to come—
the sound of dhak, the glow of lights,
the laughter of families, the rhythm of faith.
For Bengalis, even this half-formed idol
is enough to awaken joy,
for Durga Puja is not just a festival—
it is a homecoming of the soul.
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