It was the day of Kali Puja, usually a time of joyous chaos, but this year, the household was in a panic. Anik’s grandmother, the matriarch who had orchestrated every puja for fifty years, had taken ill. She was recovering, but the doctors had forbidden her from leaving her bed. The family priest, Maharaj, had called at the last minute—he was stuck in a flooded district and wouldn’t arrive until late at night, if at all.
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