She blinked. That wasn’t just a ritual chant. It was poetry.
Mira scrolled through her phone, a knot of anxiety tightening in her stomach. The wedding was in three days. She, a Tamil girl raised in Canada, was marrying Aryan, a Marathi boy from Pune. They’d navigated the cultural differences with laughter and love, but this one task felt insurmountable. marathi mangalashtak lyrics in english
When she finished, Aai wiped her hands on her apron. Then she reached out and held Mira’s face in her warm, spice-scented palms. She blinked