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Wed, 07 May 2025 16:13:57 +0000

The morning of the roka felt heavy, yet strangely alive. The house buzzed with activity from early morning. Jaya and Poonam decorated the doorway with marigold garlands, their hands moving quickly as they chatted in low voices. Pinki helped sweep the courtyard, while the younger children ran around excitedly, their laughter echoing through the small house. The smell of sweets frying in the kitchen filled the air, mixing with the fresh scent of flowers. The small clay stove crackled as Jaya carefully cooked, her mind racing with thoughts of the ceremony.