The Alchemist's Room

Six hearts, one kettle, and a kitten’s soft cry, Under the wide, burning Sarang sky. We entered as shadows, alone and unknown, But built a Republic on a Rohini throne. Through the storms of the mindset and the tears of the fight, We filtered the darkness to find the true light. From Sangita’s Rangoli to the soup in the pot, This year was the magic that the world had forgot. I walked through the gate with a heart that was bare, And found a whole family waiting right there.