Sai Nandan Banquet Hall - Kalyan

“Papa booked this hall for my wedding in ’98,” he whispered to his son, pointing to the corner pillar. “See that stain near the top? A paper lantern caught fire. Your grandfather ran with a bucket of water himself. Didn’t call the fire brigade, didn’t panic. He saved the day.”

Life, after all, was just one long booking at Sai Nandan.

He looked at the framed photo of Sai Baba on the wall, petals still fresh at its base.

The story loosened the knot of grief in the room. People began to remember the old man not as the frail figure on the bed, but as the robust, laughing host who had once danced the Lavani at this very hall.