With timorous hands, I placed fragrant flowers in their space. The whole house bloomed with the fresh scent of marigolds. At the crack of dawn, it glimmered— in everyone’s eyes. With the feast served, my taste buds sensed the aroma, sparked with significance— laddus bursting with sweetness, and the love of my grandmother. Giggles and laughter spread through every corner. I watched and engulfed all my emotions, to store them— to be cherished forever. My brother with a fuljhadi, his eyes...