Last Friday was Purnima. An exhausting but extremely fulfilling day at work with four clients, paperwork, reports, travel etc. Came home spent. Hot cuppa tea WITH CONDENSED MILK and Charukesi raga got me rejuvenated a little.
Suresh had made the aviyal. Told me about debacle when I got home. He had got all ingredients ground then was going to use mixie to make mor/spiced buttermilk for himself and Vindhya. Just in case you are wondering, both are on uni break. The lid flew off, and yoghurt splashed everywhere. Literally. EVERYWHERE. Onto the myriad little artefacts on window sill, the Nespresso machine, the key holder, the floor. Thank my lucky stars I was at work and only arrived when the place was spotless.
Anyway, got home, made coconut and sesame rice; chakka prathaman/jackfruit payasam and adai/lentil pancakes to go with the delicious aviyal.
Puja done, guests sat together to partake of prasadam, lovely stimulating chat. Varying topics. Michael Jackson. AR Rahman and the Berkeley Indian Ensemble. Composing music in layers. Visualisation of entire piece in the mind. How individuals compose music or do an artistic endeavour. The Me Too movement, Bill Cosby and Harvey Weinstein. Men are from Mars, Women from Venus. Silly Indian movies. Art films. The thinking person’s movies.
Wow, the Full Moon really did work its magic on us last night.
Photos show me hastily clicked by daughter after guests had left. No leftovers, everyone had enjoyed the meal, house and puja room set in order, dishwasher loaded.
Draped in a bright yellow cotton Saree, with blue and gold borders and pallu, body comprising huge flame and gold flower buttis, flame stripes. Blouse is flame and yellow checked, with blue and gold bordered sleeves. My war paint had faded off being the witching hour, but click I must for Saree Speak. Two identical? Photos. Let’s play Spot the Differences. 😜. Happy Purnima, Happy Onam all. Wishing you Love. Light. Joy. Peace. Bliss. Beauty. And all that is good.
Bavani’s Happy Place 