Refraction

Every year, when the hot summer turns into the soothing rainy season, the city of Pune becomes vibrant and lively. It's a time when people's faith and traditions come together, and the whole city reconnects with its spiritual roots. This is when the annual Palkhi processions take place, and I have been witnessing them since I was very young. The rhythmic beats of the drums and the chanting of holy songs remind me of my dear grandma, whom we affectionately called Aaji . Aaji was a strong-willed and devout woman, as determined as the mountains surrounding our city. She actively participated in the Palkhi processions and inspired many people in our small community with her unwavering faith and resilience. I still remember how her eyes would light up with excitement when the first signs of the Palkhi appeared. Her enthusiasm was infectious and made my young heart warm. The Palkhi processions were very important to Aaji . The tradition of the varkaris resonated deeply within her. A