Pongal With Patti
“But Amma, can’t we celebrate this Makar Sankranti here in the city like all the erstwhile years. Why do we have to go all the way to our village in Tamil Nadu, this year?”
Swami complained to his mother, Suhasini, agitated over her decision of not allowing him to celebrate Makar Sankranti with his friends in the city.
“My dear Swami, you have celebrated and rejoiced with your friends on this festival every year. This year, I want you to experience the real essence of this festival in our ancestral village in our home state of Tamil Nadu, as Pongal. I am sure you’ll love it.”, Suhasini tried to pacify him alongside packing their bags.
“I hope we have good experience there.”, Swami replied, his fingers crossed.
The next day, they ventured out towards their ancestral village.
As they reached home, Swami swiftly made his way into his Patti’s (granny’s) lap. He looked around and saw the preparations were at the peak for the occasion – something which, Swami had never seen before. He was intrigued to know that so much of detailing goes behind the preparation of Pongal.
He asked, “Patti, why are there such grand preparations going on here?”
Patti kissed Swami on his forehead and replied, “This is one of the most important festivals, which celebrates the harvesting time by the farmers, beta. This festival is believed to be the harbinger of peace, prosperity, and happiness.
We celebrate it in a very colourful and traditional manner. We wear new ethnic dresses, decorate our home, and prepare delicious dishes. We also prepare the dish called ‘Pongal’ and serve it to the God. We prey for his blessings so that we receive a good harvest.
Do you know, in this festival, we have a grand four-day celebration, namely – Bhogi, Surya Pongal, Maatu Pongal and Kaanun Pongal. ”
“Wow, Patti. I am sure we are going to a very GOOD time”, Swami replied.
They all were dressed up, in the morning, the next day, all set for celebrating this occasion of Pongal. Swami was indeed super excited to see the celebrations.
After spending a week with Patti, Swami was back in the city with a lot of lovely memories that he was cherish forever.
Note: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to a person living or otherwise may be purely coincidental
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