Kolkata Fatafat fits into Ghosh Babu’s day like an old habit he never bothered to question. He checks the numbers automatically, not because he expects a win, but because it feels strange not to. There’s no emotional high or low—just a quiet acknowledgment before moving on. Around him, conversations start and end just as quickly, and the city carries on. For him, Fatafat isn’t about chance or reward, but about routine, a small and familiar pause in the steady flow of everyday Kolkata life.