It was an era where poets were kings of words, and kings were patrons of art. From the love poems...
The sky is painted with a million kites, the air smells of roasted sesame, and the cry of "Pongalo Pongal!"...
Once a year, an exiled king returns from the netherworld, and an entire state rolls out a carpet of flowers...
For ten days every autumn, the city of Kolkata doesn't sleep. The streets turn into art galleries, the air vibrates...
For one day a year, the streets of India turn into a canvas of pink, yellow, green, and blue. Social...