Of Not philosophising, but Rambling

#sareespeak

A delayed post as usual. My apologies. A lot is going on this week. Challenges, changes. More of that in another post.
Deepavali was hectic.
No let me rephrase that.
Pre Diwali was hectic. The dinner exhausted the family.
By the time we achieved a semblance of sanity, it was way past the witching hour.
Deepavali per se was quiet.
Oil baths, lots of oil lamps/divas/deepams.New clothes. Puja.
We got the house and garden in order, then husband cooked a very light but extremely delicious simple meal of white rice, mor rasam and mint coriander thuvaiyal. Fried some sago chips and appalam.
Ate, power-napped, then in the evening, husband prepped a lovely potato dish to be eaten with left over roti canais.
Had-enough-of-excitement Suresh clan, finally sat down, gulped down dinner and had twinges of nostalgia alternating with frenzied fits of the giggles, looking at all photos taken during our recent overseas vacation.
Then called family on both sides, in different continents, different time zones. Not having them physically around is our only regret during festivals and family functions. By the time, greetings were shouted across, smiles frozen on iPad screens, videos of sofas and kitchen sinks instead of people, we were ready to call it a day.
The next morning, lucky us had the day off as it was Labour Day and it also happened to be Day 1 of Kandasashti.
Got dressed in new sarees/kurta veshti and off we went to the temple. Well, actually we visited 3 temples.
So here I am, in a checked, cotton silk, extremely soft and gorgeous, Saree, like the wonderful soul, who’d gifted it to me on returning from her holiday in Sri Lanka and India. The checks are in parrot green, purple, blue, gold.
(The girls draped beautiful, floral organza sarees in pink and light green. I don’t have to worry about posting children’s photos here – my girls will have none of that. You can stalk them on Instagram instead).
I have resorted to my exotic pose of sitting on terracotta tiled stairs, while the younger one, delegated to photographer of the day, takes some random number of photos. I made the mistake of sitting on the second step so excuse the squatting pose. I browse through photos and this time I am definitely not spoilt for choice – only one shot has turned out ok, so it works out well for me and the SS group, 1 Saree per post!
Maybe one day I will show you the rest, eyes closed, frowning, squinting at something behind the photographer, my petticoat showing, and wait for it..yawning!