Oh, my dear, we do. Every new moon is a fresh start – we light a single candle for each daughter who’s yet to marry, and we gather around the old banyan tree to whisper our hopes. Full moon nights are for the “Sati” ritual, where we bathe the elders and dance in the moonlit courtyard, believing the glow keeps the household healthy. The waxing phases are for sowing; the waning ones for harvesting. If you’d like, I can share the secret of the “Rakhi” that’s tied to the moon’s crescent – it’s as old as my great-grandmother’s shawl!