Physically I'm in a cold room, sipping tea, looking at my screen, but really I'm at my parent's, cooking up with my mom who's doling out buckets of Thandai laced with Bhang to a bunch of family members and relatives.
The two day follow up to Holi is fraught with activities at home, where my mom, embodying the very essence of domestic goddess prepares snacks, fit to feed a small village because it's exactly that when get together finally happens.
There' a bit of colour, a lot of people, a lot of food, almost a feast and my mom runs about the whole place managing hungry hordes amidst mountains of delicious foods.
Ah, the smell of frying emanating from the kitchen and the big cauldrons' of special lentils and other preparations that mostly happen on Holi time.
I've always hovered around the kitchen during these times, doing odd works because my expertise with some foods was elementary at best and even that was oddly satisfying because being part of a ritual is so involving, and isn't that the most important part of any activity? the involvement, the ceremony attached to any festival, because the festival in itself isn't nearly as significant as the fun rituals attached to it.
It's at these moments that I realize my isolation almost desolate.
Ah, well, I have a cat for company who almost loved me for a second today.
maybe I'll make pizza for dinner tonight.
The two day follow up to Holi is fraught with activities at home, where my mom, embodying the very essence of domestic goddess prepares snacks, fit to feed a small village because it's exactly that when get together finally happens.
There' a bit of colour, a lot of people, a lot of food, almost a feast and my mom runs about the whole place managing hungry hordes amidst mountains of delicious foods.
Ah, the smell of frying emanating from the kitchen and the big cauldrons' of special lentils and other preparations that mostly happen on Holi time.
I've always hovered around the kitchen during these times, doing odd works because my expertise with some foods was elementary at best and even that was oddly satisfying because being part of a ritual is so involving, and isn't that the most important part of any activity? the involvement, the ceremony attached to any festival, because the festival in itself isn't nearly as significant as the fun rituals attached to it.
It's at these moments that I realize my isolation almost desolate.
Ah, well, I have a cat for company who almost loved me for a second today.
maybe I'll make pizza for dinner tonight.
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