Onam2005
Another Onam came along. The calendar did it's job without fail.
My grandmother must be alone at our ancestral home. Despite all, it is to her I owe my fondest childhood remembrances.
Last time we had a quiet , simple 'onasadya' together. Barely able to walk, she cooked and not just that, she kneaded a clay “onathappan” as well. She did it just because her eldest grandchild came home for onam.
It was just me , her , the TV in between and memories resounding and echoing down the empty corridors .
This time I did not go though I could have…
Wish she takes rest this time.
This Onam pushed me more into a contemplative spell than into a festive mood.
Found this poem of N N Kakkad quite reflective:
posted by pilgrimhawk at
9:03 pm
2 Comments:
bueno los blogger son paginas muy e interesantes para eel q tiene uno
great you sat aside your grandmother , the day through, though from such a distance and recited the beautiful poem for her and for us .
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