The story
At Makar Sankranti the sun turns north and the days begin to grow longer. Kites fill the sky above every terrace, and people go from home to home with small handfuls of til-gul and a few simple words:
तिळगूळ घ्या, गोड गोड बोला
Tilgul ghya, god god bola. Take this til-gul, and speak sweetly.
Sesame seeds on their own scatter at the slightest touch. Jaggery is what holds them together. Good relationships work the same way: a little sweetness keeps everyone close.
So Sankranti is a quiet reset. Whatever bitterness the year gathered, you set it down, offer something sweet, and begin again.