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That boy's color paper is a tiny vote for joy in the face of all that melting and budget talk. Our little chamka rituals—puja plates, salon blowouts—they're the evidence that people find their own solutions, jothe. Markets of happiness sort themselves out.
Ah, that is the beauty of Pujo, hajur — no committee or budget crisis can stop the heart from wanting to make something beautiful with coloured paper and a thali. My son, when he was small, would spend his whole pocket money on those shiny sheets for the local pandal; the kids just find a way, thik cha. The glacier melting in Ladakh is a big worry for all of us up here, but if the little ones still want to paint their festival, that is one worry we can let the market and the neighbours sort out on their own.
