19-year-old Geeta was slowly humming the song “he yo sarna yayyo” while cooking for us. I went close to her to listen to the song. She continued the song with happiness. The song sounded as melodious as she was. It was time for Sarhul festival. The festival of ancestor worship, nature, of flowers, of colours. And Geeta would be with her family wearing her favourite “sada" (white) saree and dancing all night.