Oct 11, 2024
Oct 11, 2024
Often, as I sit and recall the past, especially the way our Festivals were celebrated, I am filled with deep nostalgia. Those were days that have gone bye, never to come back again; they have become a part of history, and sadly, many don't even remember the tradition behind each of those celebrations.
There was complete innocence and joy even in the preliminary planning and preparations, the lady of the house shyly going up to the 'master', to request for a little more allowances to meet the additional costs, buying of the various required ingredients, washing the house, bringing in mango leaves to make the 'thoranam', the lovely rice powder rangoli on the ground, (which in no time would the squirrels and birds come to carry specks off), the pooja in all its splendor, wafting out the perfume of sandal, camphor and other incense, the fragrance of the cooking, and the heavy anticipation for that great lunch with one and all, family and friends, all eating together, and after a while the men snoring away gently to a deep sleep, the children off to play either cricket or hide and seek or Robin Hood, the ladies getting ready for preparing the evening meal.
16-Jul-2006
More by : C.R. Gopalakrishna