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Disclaimer 1- a rather belated post, due to too few hours in the day.
Disclaimer 2 – many photos. Too many.

Started typing. Stopped, restarted.
Decisions. Decisions. Decisions.
Life is so tough when one has to decide between reading that chapter, completing that movie or saree-speaking.
I have half an hour left to the witching hour, so lets get this post onto cyberspace.
Saturday was a long, arduous yet fulfilling day. Poornima puja in the evening.
As mentioned in my earlier post, girls had been sufficiently bribed and they completed the vaccumming and dusting while the spouse setup the puja room, and I cooked. With reverence, to quote Anushree’s post on Women in Joy.
Lunch first.
Talk about the Universe conspiring. Chopped beetroot, organic, presented by friend from one of the markets she’d visited. Chopped them with reverence, enjoying the firm feel of the vege, the redness of the juice. Chopped off the leaves made a thokku/paste. I cooked with a sense of calm, basically living in the moment and loving it. Prepared beetroot thoren, kathrikai gravy, beetroot leaves thokku, all onion garlic free. Made fried potatoes with chilli flakes, carrot and bok chop stir fry. With brown rice, white basmati rice, yoghurt, ghee, rice, sago and veppampoo/neem flower vadagams/fried crispies.
Calm and cool creations. Created with reverence and concentration.
After lunch, cleaned the bathrooms, had a little rest. Refreshed myself with steaming tea and started on the prasad for puja. Simple onion garlic free fare. Sevai/tempered rice vermicelli, tomato satham/rice, banana fritters.
Cleaned the kitchen, floors, put the rubbish out, loaded the dishwasher, set the dining table, then went to get ready.
Draped this Blue silk, with red and orange pallu, lighter blue, red borders, woven with gold threads. Blue, being Thaipoosam, for Lord Muruga.
Got daughter no 2 to take a shot or two in the garden before the visitors arrived.
Wanted to reenact my New Year’s Eve shot, see said photo in comments.
So the garden photos can be described as follows :

1. Getting ready to be clicked, meaning clicked mid pose.
2. Asking her to stop shot, smiling, to ensure photo turns out acceptable.
3. Gritting teeth and asking, not so politely to take the shot – quite frightening, so not posted.
4. Requesting her to make me look tall and slim, once again, in a fetching manner, then Commanding her, for goodness sake, to squat and point the camera upwards, culminating in the shot being taken with her sprawled on the ground.
   Puja over, house set back in order, dishes done..
   Managed to coax tired photographer to take a few end of the day clicks.
5. Note the photo bomber, not a person, but her foot. And she has blatantly encircled it with a blue heart.
6. Also note the amazing contrast between – I’m being sarky here – the stark yellow wall colour and my bright blue saree.