Sankranti; the Harvest Festival. One of our most important festivals. The day when you pray to the Sun God for a bountiful year. A festival which I never celebrate, because I did not see its relevance to a city-bred person like me.
And yet, on Sankranti day, dawn found me running on a bridge over an inlet of the sea. I caught the Sun playing hide and seek behind the skyscrapers. I saw its preening at its reflection in the placid waters. The Sun’s rays warmed my arms, lit up my heart.
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