❄️🌾 A Winter’s Sankranti Wish 🌞
✉ Dear Readers, 🧣 As winter slowly folds its gentle shawl and prepares to depart, I find myself holding these memories a little closer to my heart. The three sacred days of Bhogi, Sankranti, and Kanuma are not merely festivals marked on a calendar; they are living traditions, breathing softly through generations, returning each year like a familiar melody carried upon the winter breeze. 🔥 Bhogi begins before dawn. In my childhood, it would begin with my grandmother rising at four in the quiet blue darkness. She would step outside and light the Bhogi Mantalu, the small bonfire glowing warmly against the pale, cold sky. Soon, families would gather before their homes, placing old wooden pieces and dry agricultural remains into the flames. It was never simply about burning what was no longer useful; it was about letting go of old habits, weary thoughts, and lingering heaviness before welcoming a new beginning. 🌅 When the fire settled into gentle embers, my grandmo...
