Here's to a Chhath Puja filled with faith and family.

क्या नदी भी जानती है कि आज उसके तट पर कितनी मन्नतें उतरेंगी?

छठी मैया की चौखट पर सिर झुकाया, सारा दुख वहीं छूट गया।

Bare feet on cold sand, eyes fixed on the horizon — that is how faith walks.

Every basket of fruit at the ghat is a letter written to the sun, unspoken but understood.