Editor’s Note: With the soft whisper of pastels, Koushik, an artist of Bengal weaves a celebration of its soul—Darjeeling’s tea, steeped in mist and golden light, Malda’s mangoes, sun-drenched and bursting with sweetness. The proud stride of Bankura’s terracotta horse stands firm, while Kolkata’s yellow taxi hums through streets heavy with stories. In the Sundarbans, the silent, watchful tiger emerges from shadow, and Murshidabad’s Hazarduari Palace looms, a relic of regal echoes. The fierce grace of Purulia’s Chhau dancers sweeps across the canvas, their masks frozen mid-motion, while in a quiet corner, a bowl of Nadia’s Misti Doi glows—thick, sweet, eternal.
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