God's Own Country

Will write my comment soon Aunty! Loved, loved your post

 

Aunty, your simple posts where you talk about places, people, connections always take me back to my happy memories in Kerala ! On vacations, when we visit our tharavadu ( ancestral house ) me and my cousins always used to collect beautiful, vibrant and colorful flowers to grandma for early morning Pooja in the temple. When it is Onam, it was a competition among all the cousins who collected the most thumbapoo ( beautiful small flowers snow-white in colour) And I remember 2 close neighbors were Muslims and Christians. Their daughters were our age too and they also used to join us in flower plucking, and threading garlands of jasmine flowers and all. We share payasam and other sadya feasts with them and they share Ramadan and Christmas, Easter feasts with us. Kaipola ( a steamed plantain cake ) and Achappam was my favorite! Oh I can still write loads about those days!

Thank you so much for your post, Aunty! There is something in your posts that brings sweetness in everyone Keep writing!

 

No doubt, Kerala is God's own country.
Stay safe and take care. All the best.

 

The most befitting song for the splendid narration about your morning that cross my mind is

Your morning habit certainly would help breathing fresh oxygen from gardens and trees.
I too do morning stroll between 7 & 8 but not vigorous soldier-like walking as am afraid that there is a possibility some nerves around kneecap can get twisted or affect the hamstring alignment.
My building is amidst a triangular block of fifty tall and small buildings with and without shrubs and trees with large canopy: also that contain resi-flats , IT & legal offices, கை ஏன்தி bhavan, etc. I hv numerous friends in these buildings and its inmates would be seen in various degrees of hurry. From these buildings, I either get just plucked hibiscus, two tier jasmine, iruvatchi in hues of pink red and white, அரளி & some other exotic five petaled flowers. Some flowers in plants jutting outside into public space , I myself pluck it. They are golden lillies, jasmine and அடுக்கு mullai.
I get to speak to watchmen in uniform of few buildings and do enquire about their breakfast who invariably avail free food from Amma Unavagam.
This stroll helped me enlarge my friends circle and good networking.
There is karpaga vinayakar temple across the road and am forbidden to walk across to temple. So from opposite with flowers in hand I stand worshipping looking at the lord Ganapathy sitting over his vehicle mooñchoŕù.
This stroll makes me perspire profusely and I get body cooled.
After that it is time for second doze of luxury filter coffee.
Thanks & Regards.
God Bless us all.