Chapter 23

                                    

                                          
The next morning, the warm, inviting aroma of spices filled the kitchen as Saana and Jahnavi worked side by side, preparing breakfast for the family. The soft sizzle of the curry on the stove created a comforting rhythm that matched the easy flow of their conversation.
"Didi! Bolchilam je Baba je bollen party r kotha! That's fine!
(Didi! I was saying that it's fine that Baba thought about throwing a party, But...) " 
Saana said, her voice carrying a light-hearted tone as she expertly moved the spatula through the bubbling curry.
Jahnavi looked at her with curiosity, raising an eyebrow as she wondered what was on Saana's mind. There was always a deeper thought behind Saana's words, something more meaningful than what lay on the surface.
"But I was thinking!" 
Saana continued, her voice soft but filled with a gentle conviction. 
"On the day of the party, what if we hold a Laxmi-Narayan Puja?"
Jahnavi’s hand paused mid-motion as she stirred the pot, her curiosity now piqued even more. She watched Saana closely, sensing the sincerity in her words. 
“Keno ki, Didi! Dekho aaj amader jaayi acche! Sob hi God's grace! Bolo? We should thank them first,
(Because Didi! See whatever we have today is all by god's grace! Isn't it? So We should thank them first)" 
Saana added, her tone innocent and earnest as she continued cooking.
For a moment, Jahnavi was stunned into silence, her thoughts racing as she processed Saana’s suggestion. It was such a simple idea, yet it carried profound significance. In a world where people often celebrated their achievements with grandeur and pomp, Saana's first thought was to express gratitude to the divine. Jahnavi couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride for this girl, who seemed so untouched by the materialistic desires that often consumed others.
As she looked at Saana, standing there with her focus on the curry and her heart clearly centered on something greater, Jahnavi felt a deep respect well up inside her. It wasn’t just about the suggestion of the puja; it was about what it represented. Saana wasn’t just thinking about the success and the joy that had come into their lives—she was thinking about where it all came from and the importance of giving thanks.
Jahnavi smiled, feeling a warmth in her chest. 
“Tui koto shundor kichu bhabchish, Saana,
(Saana you have thought of a Wonderful idea!)” 
she said, her voice full of admiration. 
“You're absolutely right. We have so much to be grateful for. It’s a beautiful idea to hold a Laxmi-Narayan Puja. It will remind us all of the blessings we’ve received.”
Saana looked up, her eyes meeting Jahnavi’s, and smiled softly. 
“I just feel that we’ve been given so much, Didi. I want us to acknowledge that, to show our gratitude before we celebrate. It feels… right.”
Jahnavi nodded, her heart swelling with pride and affection. 
“Ami khub gorbo korchhi toke niye, Saana,
(I am proud of you Saana!)” 
she said, placing a gentle hand on Saana’s shoulder. 
“Your thoughts, your values—they make you so special. I’m so glad you’re a part of our family.”
Saana blushed slightly, lowering her gaze in modesty. 
“Didi, I’m just trying to do what feels right,” she murmured.