As Rahul listened, he realized that Dussehra was more than just a festival – it was a celebration of their community, their culture, and their rich heritage. He felt grateful to be a part of this vibrant tradition, which had been passed down through generations.

Twenty minutes later, their sedan pulled up to Dadar Station. The humidity hit them like a physical wall. The station was a sea of humanity—milling crowds, hawkers selling cutting chai, and the deafening roar of announcements over the PA system.