And then came Onam..the day has been great with fun and frolic at home. A paisley pattern with some hand plucked fragrance..My thoughts wandered around our villages, along the fields, the small narrow alleys of my village. The white sands of my village, the fragrance of the hand plucked onam flowers still linger on. Memories fresh of the floral patterns drawn by my Dad ..Those were the times we literally fought for the swing; those 10 days of Onam holidays, the days at our grandmas house.. I so much miss being there and each year I wish I was there..
The Onam feasts which lasted for nearly 3 or 4 days at home down south...the yearly reunion of the family and colourful editions of news papers and magazines and so on and much more..
As I sit to write I go further and further deep in thoughts, some lovely Onam thoughts...which my children miss these days.
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