It just looks like some road side yellow color flowers.
It is also more than that.
As I take a walk with the boys discussing something utterly foolish….this bright colored flower bush catches my eye.
It adds a spring like feel to late summer.
It also add a spring (pun intended) to my walk.
I observe. Therefore, I am.
You can’t see or smell it. But, humor me. Will you?
Just use the power of your imagination and experience that terrific smelling perfume right in the middle of my hand.
We experience life through our 5 senses – smell, sound, sight, touch and taste.
The sense of smell is so powerful and fascinating. Our neurons shape our memories by smells. Don’t take my word for it.
As I was growing up, I was surrounded by the scent of flowers almost everyday.
Appa and Thatha would bring all kind of flowers (malli, jathi malli, thazambu, vada malli and so much more). Amma would tie them in a string to take to temple, adorn the various God’s pictures and idols in the puja room or adorn our hairs. Also, as I passed my temples, there would be flower vendors….strong into huge garlands. The fragrance would be overwhelming.
So, during Golu visits over the weekend, when my friend Jayanthi Krishnan applied some flowery perfume on my hands as part of the Nalangu (adorning)…..my brain was flooded with so many past memories of the flowers that had passed me by years ago.
India produces such awesome organic natural perfumes that would put the rest of chemical based perfumes to shame.
But, how do I capture the beauty of that perfume, that fragrance, that moment in words?
What does that look like?
A cup filled with some creamy looking liquid?
Well, it is not.
It is a cup full of thoughtfulness.
It is a cup full of yummy badam kheer.
Since I drank some of Raji’s awesome tasting badam kheer in Raji’s Golu last year…I have been waiting for Golu 2016 to arrive.
It did…but, there was a slight problem.
I was out of town at my friend’s daugther’s arangentram when Raji hosted her Golu last weekend.
Appa always told me never to miss anybody’s invite….”No matter what, make it work. Always, show up.”
So, I worked out a time with Raji….who was gracious to allow for me to come take a peek at her Golu during one of the weekday lunch slots.
As I was getting ready to leave, guess what happened?
She pulled up some of her (her mom’s recipe) for badam kheer.
I swear….my heart melted.
She had put away some in the fridge for me.
I was in a rush…..so, I took the badam kheer in a to go cup and savored it during the ride.
I know Golu hopping sounds crazy. But, year after year, I continue to do it…..it is my way of remembering the lessons that Appa taught me….”Show up when somebody invites you…no matter what.”
Now, I wait for Raji Parameswaran’s Golu 2017….because that is when I can taste this yummy badam kheer again.
I know….I know…Golu isn’t even over…but I am already beginning to suffer some severe Golu withdrawal symptoms.
In Tamil: paartha idathilellaam-unnai poalavae paavai theriyudhadi
(rough English translation) Everywhere I look-your semblance emerges in everything
My respect for single parents has been renewed this week.
It is 2nd week of back-to-school.
Primarily because Kumar was out of town and I was on lone-warrior duty.
I can write more. But, don’t have to. Because, there is a song by one of my favorite poets that captures the very essence of the heart ache involved in waiting for a loved one.
It is called “Theertha karaiyinilye”. Even if you don’t understand Tamil, the pathos in the song will tug at your heartstrings.
Theertha karaiyinilye – song in Tamil, english transliteration and translation can be found here.
Poet Bharathiyar created an entire category of songs for women- titled “Kannamma” songs. Kannamma is also a female name in Tamil and also used as a term of endearment for both male and female. These songs, ranging from inspirational to romantic captured the writer’s emotions at various times in his life. The lyrics are complex and rich and powerful.
I kid you not.
I bet I am one of the most spoilt brats on this planet.
Guess what I came home to today afternoon.
This. A box full of freshly made homemade cookies.
Thank you Jyotsna!!
Now, what it left is this – I have to exercise all my willpower not to finish these before the boys get home today evening.