The brouhaha around Durga Puja has begun. The little intricacies beginning from the "pujo pujo gondho" — best described as an earthy smell which asserts that October is here, at least in Kolkata — or the blocked streets that posit themselves as a happy impediment, or the smell of panchphoron wafting from an unknown kitchen, are all intangible indicators that pujo is here. And every year, we find a new way to celebrate it, as we have in this city that is fast becoming home for this writer and slowly less of a stranger.

We speak to famous Bengalis, who like us, have found a home in the city to understand how they go about finding a semblance of Durga Pujo in Mumbai and this is what they have to say.