Kolkata Fatafat sits lightly in Ghosh Babu’s day, never pulling focus but never fully ignored. He checks the numbers out of habit, gives them a moment’s thought, and then lets them slip away. No expectations, no reactions worth remembering. What remains is the routine itself—a small, familiar pause that fits neatly into the rhythm of Kolkata life, where even the most ordinary habits quietly shape the flow of the day.
