The sun dips low over the ghats, turning the water into molten gold. Diyas flicker along the riverbank, marigolds pile high in bamboo baskets, and the air carries that particular…
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There’s a certain hush before Guruparab begins. The scent of kada prasad drifting through the air, the soft murmur of gurbani, the quiet anticipation of a day built around gratitude…
