2017 has given me the most fabulous onam celebrations that endured for a whole week. Today the 7th of September after a festive week of all that late night sleeps and the crave to know what onam was for our parents. The image of onam was pictured in us with all that traditional style that was passed down for years. The first day started off with the preparation of the banana chips. It was made with the efforts of our kochammas. They had the raw banana sliced into equal shapes and then added it to the hot oil that was kept not on the gas stove instead on the natural fire that was supported by 4 block of bricks adjust to support the vessel. The oil had all the raw ones fry which gave it a lighter colour. It was seasoned with salt water for its taste. We had a new story to narrate to our lads. They had all their endeavoured to bring back the nostalgia of their era. The next day was followed by the other Indian fries. These snacks not only fascinated children but also h...
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Monsoon clock strikes 6 that I stretched my hands for the snooze of half an hour but the freeze weather in my room forced to the fan switch that I had to get up. That’s when I noticed the sound of the rain. I drag myself to the balcony that made me feel colder. But the sight of the dotted water pattern on my view made me stay. I needed a perfect hot coffee for the environment. By then the rain had stopped so I thought to have a walk in this beauty with a sip of my coffee that I could feel it till reached my stomach. The circular ponds everywhere in the road made my feet cautions of not getting wet. Yet with my glimpse on the droplet of the leaf made my flip flops get muddy. The dew drop on the leaf made my day. My eyes magnified that it gave me the best view of world. The reflection of the nature through it made me say ‘Thank you God for this wonderful day’. Yes I get up grumbling for the morning. But today the things around me have taught me much more, that I have to be h...