🛕 A vow. A festival. A transformation. 🌼
They called her brave.
But to her, it was simply devotion.
For months, Kavitha had waited for this moment — the annual pilgrimage to Palani Murugan Temple, where thousands gather dressed in yellow, offering prayers, and fulfilling sacred vows. Her mokku (vow) had been simple yet powerful: if her brother recovered from his illness, she would shave her head and walk the sacred path with turmeric as her offering.
He did recover. And she kept her word.
With chants echoing in the background and sunlight glistening off her turmeric-smeared scalp, Kavitha felt a deep joy rise in her chest — not of vanity or pride, but freedom. Freedom from ego. From hesitation. From worldly attachment.
She remembered the feel of the razor gliding over her scalp — each pass taking away more than just hair. It removed doubts, fear, and years of emotional weight. And now, her clean-shaven head, coated in auspicious turmeric, shone like a badge of courage and clarity.
People stared. Some smiled. Some whispered.
But Kavitha?
She only smiled — eyes filled with calm fire. Because she wasn’t just a woman with no hair. She was a woman with purpose.
That day, under the bright sky, amidst the yellow sea of faith, she wasn’t just bald.
She was blessed.