The older I get, the more I realise that being modern isn’t about rejecting everything that came before us. It is about having the freedom — and perhaps the wisdom — to decide what we want to carry forward. I observe Karwa Chauth. Not because I believe a woman’s fasting determines her husband’s longevity. Not because I need a ritual to prove my love. And certainly not because I have stopped questioning things. I do it because somewhere between the logic and the symbolism, there is something I value — the anticipation, the little rituals, the connection with women before…
