Anant Chaturdashi is here. Across Maharashtra, the beats of the dhol-tasha grow louder with every passing moment. The streets are painted in vibrant red gulaal, saffron flags fly high above the crowd, and one unified chant echoes through the air: “Ganpati Bappa Morya, pudhchya varshi lavkar ya!” But this time, my farewell comes with a deeply personal prayer. Bappa, as you leave, please take my pain with you. Take my heartaches. And take away this heavy chapter of my life. Ten