There are moments - quiet ones, often at night, when you feel something restless inside you. Not sadness exactly. Not confusion either. Just… a sense that you’re not fully living as yourself. You go through your days doing what is expected. Saying the right things. Playing roles so well that even you forget where the performance ends and the real you begins. And yet, somewhere deep within, there is a force. Unnamed. Untouched. Waiting. Across different cultures and countries, this force has been seen, felt, and even worshipped, not as a distant deity, but as something deeply human. Something alive in every person. They called it Durga. Not just a goddess. But a mirror of the power we carry… and often suppress.
