JAIPUR, SUNDAY | OCTOBER 12, 2025
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BEYOND THE MOON: HOW JAIPUR’S KARWA CHAUTH GLOWED WITH NEW SHADES OF LOVE
Breaking Traditions,
Keeping Faith
FESTIVAL OF FAITH
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s the moon rose
above the Pink
City, its silver light
brushed over roof-
tops adorned with
earthen lamps and the soft clink-
ing of bangles. The air was thick
with mehndi fragrance, laughter
and the quiet hum of devotion, the
kind that beats in a lover’s chest,
in a mother’s prayer, and some-
times, in the heart of someone still
waiting to be loved.
Karwa Chauth, a festival deeply
rooted in Indian tradition, is often
seen as a day when married wom-
en fast from sunrise to moonrise
for the long life of their husbands.
It’s a ritual wrapped in red bangles,
vermillion, and moonlit anticipa-
tion. But this year, Jaipur saw
something extraordinary — a ver-
sion of Karwa Chauth that tran-
scended gender, rituals, and roles.
It was a festival reimagined
through the lens of love, inclusiv-
ity, and quiet defiance.
A FAST FOR HOPE,
NOT VALIDATION
Among those who redefined the
meaning of the day was Rosie
Barolia, a transgender makeup art-
ist from Jaipur. With delicate hands
that have painted countless bridal
faces, Rosie turned her brush to-
ward her own reflection this time,
her eyes lined in kohl, her lips
shimmering with a quiet courage.
“I am transgender and society
has rejected me many times,” she
said softly. “I may not have sin-
door or a mangalsutra, but my
heart still wishes to get ready for
someone, somewhere, who
smiles in my thoughts. Everyone
fasts for someone they love; I too
fasted — for the one I haven’t
met yet, but who already lives in
my heart.”
Rosie didn’t fast for societal
approval or to fit into a
ritual that was never
meant for her. She
fasted for hope —
for the dream that
someday, love
would come to her uncondition-
ally. She added, “For me, this fes-
tival stands for hope, self-respect,
and the fight to be accepted. Peo-
ple say the Karwa Chauth moon
hears every woman’s prayers.
Maybe one day it will hear mine
too, and the person who comes
into my life will accept me as I am,
without wanting to change me.”
As the moon appeared, Rosie
stood on her terrace in silence,
her thali shimmering under
its glow. No husband, no
partner — only faith,
the kind that refuses
to fade.
MEN WHO FASTED FOR LOVE
Love took another gentle turn in
Jaipur that evening. On the other
side of the city, Rahul, a young
resident, set aside his plate too, not
because he was asked to, but be-
cause he wanted to.
“If Rishu can fast for me, why
can’t I?” he said with an easy
smile. His wife, Rishita, was sur-
prised when she found out. “It was
our first Karwa Chauth after the
wedding,” she said. “I told him it’s
my job to fast for you! But he just
looked at me and said, Love isn’t
a one-way street.”
So, the two of them stayed hun-
gry together, teasing each other,
and waiting for the moon. When
it finally appeared, they broke
their fast side by side — an act
simple in gesture, but profound in
meaning.
Similarly, Sunil, another Jaipur
resident, kept a fast for his partner
Sonu. “She’s the love of my
life,” he said, his eyes soft with
affection. “She kept the fast
for me, and I’m doing the
same for her.” Their story
might not make it to films,
but in their shared hunger,
there was a tenderness that
needed no audience. After
they broke each other’s
fasts, Sunil gifted her a sil-
ver payal (anklets), only to
see her happy.
Ankur Chhabra says that
Karwa Chauth is not just a
festival of faith and tra-
dition, but also a
symbol of the deep
bond and trust
shared between hus-
band and wife Poonam Chhabra.
“It is believed that a wife’s fast and
devotion on this day blesses her
husband with a long and prosper-
ous life. In the same way, I too
wish for my wife’s longevity and
well-being. That’s why, for the
past 12 years, I have been observ-
ing this fast along with her, a ges-
ture that wholeheartedly expresses
my love for her. This is what
makes Karwa Chauth one of the
most sacred celebrations of marital
life in Indian culture.”
AN OLD LOVE,
QUIET BUT DEEP
And then there was the elderly
couple, who is always nitpicking
fights and bickering while work-
ing. The wife proudly revealed a
secret that made her smile. “He’ll
never admit it,” she said, glancing
toward her husband, who was pre-
tending to read the newspaper.
“But he fasts for me every year. He
refuses to eat the whole day and
only joins me after the moon ritual.
Because he does not like the fast-
ing concept, but keeps it every year
just for me.”
The old man looked up, caught
mid-pretence, and muttered, “It’s
nothing like that.” But he blushed.
Love, after all, doesn’t retire.
WHEN RITUALS
MEET REAL LOVE
This Karwa Chauth, Jaipur be-
came a canvas where love painted
new meanings. From Rosie’s
hopeful solitude to Sunil’s thought-
ful equality and the elderly cou-
ple’s unspoken bond, every story
shimmered under the same moon.
The festival that once symbol-
ised devotion from wife to hus-
band found itself evolving — be-
coming about mutual care, emo-
tional equality, and the courage to
love beyond labels.
Because, in truth, love isn’t
bound by rituals or expectations. It
exists in shared silences, in ges-
tures unseen, and in prayers whis-
pered not for someone’s life, but
for their happiness. Maybe love is
not about who we fast for, maybe
it’s about who we keep faith in,
including ourselves.
Karwa Chauth is not a fasting
festival but a celebration of faith,
in love that waits, in love that re-
turns, and in love that stays, qui-
etly, even when the world looks
away. Jaipur celebrated love in its
truest form beyond customs, be-
yond gender, and beyond expecta-
tions. Because sometimes, break-
ing traditions is just another way
of keeping faith.
Divya
Kanwaliya
[email protected]
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