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Ram Navami has never felt loud to me. There are no fireworks in my memory. No urgency. No excess. What I remember instead is calm. A clean home. A quiet prayer. Simple food. A feeling that something important was being remembered — not performed. Ram Navami doesn’t arrive asking for attention. It arrives asking…

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Holi is more than just a festival of colors—it is a celebration of renewal, forgiveness, joy, and human connection. Marking the arrival of spring, Holi brings families, friends, and communities together to let go of the past and welcome new beginnings with laughter, music, and vibrant hues. Rooted deeply in Indian mythology and cultural…

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When I think of Maha Shivaratri, I don’t remember noise, colors, or crowds. I remember quiet. A quiet house. A single lamp is burning steadily. Fewer words. Fewer expectations. A night where nothing is demanded of you except presence. At the time, no one explained why. We simply observed. Only later did I understand…

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When I think of Vasant Panchami, I remember yellow everywhere. Not because someone explained why. Not because it was written anywhere. It was just done. Yellow clothes were laid out the night before. Yellow flowers near the prayer space. A faint sweetness in the air, not heavy, not festive-loud, just gentle. Only later did…