They are all travelling to Bihar not for celebration, but for understanding. To witness what devotion truly looks like when it rises with the sun and sets on the river's edge. To feel the silence that speaks louder than chants, and to see how a simple ritual holds the weight of centuries.

The airport buzzed with endless announcements, hurried footsteps, and emotional goodbyes, yet amidst all that noise, Pranjal stood painfully still near the departure gate. His hands rested inside his pockets while his restless eyes kept lifting toward the entrance every passing minute.