That evening in
Calcutta we wandered aimlessly among people and before long I found myself seeking the boats that’d take Durga home.
But as I walked towards the ghat on the river, the waters pulled away from me as if intimidated by my presence, retreating slowly but surely, pushing at the land on the other side until they could push no more. Confused, I paused and wondered - How was I culpable?
That’s until I saw Kali riding on the banks.
Then I understood.