Posting for the heck of it?

Today was Karva Chauth. Every year on this day, mom goes for this prayer ceremony where the women sit in a circle, one of them tells the karva chauth story and they periodically rotate their puja thalis. The amusing part is that I have accompanied her every year ever since I can recall. There was a time when other kids my age would be there. Now, of course, the only people my age are newly wed brides. Why do I still go?

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I feel my life is a set of unrelated fragments held together by a common name. The common purpose of existence still eludes me. Sheh!