The cool mountain breeze brushed against their faces as the group continued their Vaishnodevi yatra. The elders walked ahead, discussing the significance of the pilgrimage, while the youngsters trailed behind, engaged in their usual banter. The rocky path was bustling with other devotees, the sound of temple bells echoing in the distance, and the faint chants of Jai Mata Di filling the air.

As they ascended further, Siya clutched her stomach dramatically. "Yaar, bhookh lagi hai!" she whined, exaggerating her hunger like a child throwing a tantrum.