The video began with the familiar hum of a monsoon night. Rain hammered the tin roofs, and the camera—steady, almost too steady for a handheld shot—panned across a wet street. Neon signs flickered, reading “Biswa Bangla” and “Panu’s Café.” The camera lingered on a narrow alley, where an old wooden sign swayed: The sound of a kettle whistling rose, mingling with distant bhajans.