It was the dead of night and my alarm went off. It was a tight schedule for the Puja that year with Ashtami and Sandhi Puja almost back to back and we had to manage the timing perfectly. The one thing the Notun Palli Pujo is known for is the military like precision by which the time and rituals are adhered to.    I got up sleepy eyed. My wife and I got ready. We had to pick up Snigdha Mashi. It was normal practice for me to pick her up at such times before we headed to the Pandal. I called her. She was wide awake and her voice boomed at the other end. "You are late. Come fast". I pulled up in front of her house in Bandra and there she was - completely ready. Against the back drop of the dark night she looked elegant and graceful - her white and red bordered saree, the bindi on the forehead and her wet hair flowing down At this hour, she was glowing and radiant, excited like a child. For those who don’t know her she was close to 70.    We headed to the Puja. As we drove I as