No breakfast, no water, no complaints — just quiet faith wrapped in a red saree.
This is what forever sounds like: a bangle clinking as she checks the sky again.
The moon rises once a night. Her devotion rises every single year.
Why does the moon take so long tonight, when her love never made her wait?
चाँद निकले या न निकले, तुम्हारी मुस्कान ही मेरी असली रोशनी है।