The sounds of the rhythmic dhak filled the air. Materialism was at its best, with everybody in their new attire. As the priest recited prayers for the rest, laughter, flirtation, and gossip took the stage. They stood in groups to eat. They silently judged each other’s clothing and jewellery. Only one little boy sought the company of the goddess. Little hands clasped together, eyes tightly shut, his second-hand shirt was a stark contrast to the scene.