At the Singhania Mansion,
Vaidehi and Savisha were seated in the living room engrossed in discussing their pending tasks and finalizing the preparations. It was the first Monday of Sawan, a sacred month dedicated to Lord Shiva, and both women were observing the fast. They had decided to host a small ladies' get-together in the evening, just like every year. It had become a cherished tradition, preparing an array of vrat-friendly delicacies together, sharing stories, laughter, and age-old rituals. Sabudana khichdi, kuttu puris, sweet potato chaat, coconut laddoos, the menu was simple, yet made with pure devotion.
Festivals had always been more than just rituals for their families. Living as neighbors for years, the bond between the two houses had grown stronger with time, rooted in shared celebrations, mutual respect, and genuine warmth. What had started as polite neighborly ties had blossomed into a relationship of chosen family, further strengthened by the deep friendship and affection shared among their children.
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