My relationship with Uttarayan or Makar Sankranti, is like that of a sibling. There’s a lot of cribbing, but at the end of the day, I’ve come to love it as my own. Windy afternoons and multiple attempts to fly a kite defined my childhood. Years later, I still can’t fly one, but I have chosen to accept my fate.

I am in Mumbai without parental guidance and am expected to have a banger New Year’s scene. The only problem is that I am a Parvati who was never Poo to begin with. In fact, I am that next-level accha baccha who sits at home enthusiastically watching year-end award shows.