After dinner, as the household settled into its nighttime routine, Aman and Bani sat together, discussing what lay ahead.
"Tomorrow, we should go to the temple," Bani suggested. "Take blessings for this new journey."
Aman agreed without hesitation. It felt right to begin with prayers, seeking divine guidance for the road ahead.
With that thought lingering in their minds, they retired for the night, the weight of tomorrow's new beginning resting upon them. The truck stood outside, silent yet full of promise, waiting for its first ride into their future.
After dinner, as the household settled into its nighttime routine, Aman and Bani sat together, discussing what lay ahead.
"Tomorrow, we should go to the temple," Bani suggested. "Take blessings for this new journey."
Aman agreed without hesitation. It felt right to begin with prayers, seeking divine guidance for the road ahead.
With that thought lingering in their minds, they retired for the night, the weight of tomorrow's new beginning resting upon them. The truck stood outside, silent yet full of promise.
The day held a special significance—an auspicious visit to the temple, a ritual that carried the weight of both tradition and silent prayers for better days.
Bani's mother, dressed in a neatly draped saree, moved through the house with quiet efficiency, handing out a list of items to be purchased along the way. Her mind was preoccupied—not just with the temple visit, but with the lingering worries of their . Yet, she held onto faith, believing that prayers might open new doors for them.
"Aman, make sure to get these on the way," she instructed, her voice firm yet kind. Aman, Bani's younger brother, nodded, taking the list without complaint.
Bani adjusted her dupatta, her thoughts wandering as she stepped outside. The cool morning breeze touched her face, The temple visit was a routine she had grown up with, but today, it felt different.
She and Aman climbed into the truck, its old engine sputtering to life. Meanwhile, her parents settled onto their two-wheeler, her father adjusting his helmet before kick-starting the bike.
The early morning air carried the scent of incense and fresh flowers as whole family arrived at the Shree Pancha Mukhi Temple, their family's new delivery truck gleaming under the golden sunrise. Today was an important day—this truck was not just a vehicle; it was a lifeline for their struggling hotel business, a tool of hope that would help them transport fresh ingredients and supplies. And so, they had decided to seek divine blessings before taking it on the road.
Bani, wearing a simple but elegant green cotton chudidaar, had been up since dawn, preparing for the pooja. Aman, her younger brother, stood beside her, his shirt already slightly crumpled from the effort of decorating the truck.
Together, they had adorned it with bright orange and yellow marigold garlands, draping them over the windshield and side mirrors. The front grille had a carefully tied bunch of mango leaves and fresh lemons, a traditional symbol to ward off negativity