Gong Xi Fa Cai. Happy Chinese New Year everyone. Coming from a multicultural land, I have been celebrating all festivals as far back as I can remember. I close my eyes and see me and sisters dressed in cheongsams, opening the door to my neighbours on the right of my home, The distinguished Mr and Mrs Lim, from whom my mother learnt the art of making the Malaysian Achar, pickled vegetables. We are bestowed with goodies and red Ang Pau packets. We take their blessings and promise to come visit with family in the afternoon.
Here’s to a Blessed Joyous Great health-filled, Prosperous-material- spiritual-filled Year.
I am in a hastily draped cotton print Saree, after coming home from work, and rushing like a dog chasing its tail – practised some music, made Pau Bhaji for dinner, had class with my teacher, then visited a friend whose dad had passed away a few weeks ago. Absolutely stoked because my teacher was pleased with me today. Little pleasures..
AND SO my Saree is the colour of happiness – dark orange body, mustard lotuses, bordered with pinks, magentas, purples. Gifted by a friend during a Navarathri season.
Bavani’s Happy Place 