Well known facts I do reiterate , over a cup of filter coffee as I taste , the first sip of the finest blend , and I hope a ear you will lend . It was a few decades back, I recollect , during the glorious seventies and as I introspect , as die hard freaks we can never change , and a chat over the cuppa,a fresh exchange ,:cheers even today,can cause to brew a fine blend , of friends old and new with the changing trend . Granma was an early bird and so she was entitled , to the first few drops of decoction that decanted ,. What I would like to bring to the fore , here , is mine,yours ,a common tradition lore , to bask in the research of not only the coffee bean , but also glorify the daily rituals repeatedly,scene by scene. If it was a Bhogi then, it continues to be one today, What’s a Bhogi without Pure Ghee Poli anyway ? And if the vadais can appease the family sweet , A sumptuous fare is in store ! Oh ! What a treat !:thumbsup It was a harvest then and the celebration of a rich reap , the returns today shall be bountiful too in a big heap , The milk of prosperity shall overflow at the brim , Coz ! Granma said so ,as she tilted the pot at the rim, that faced East and we all screamed in one voice , Oh ! Granma that’s cheating but did she have a choice ? I wonder! when it’s our turn now to ensure auspiciousness , so ,We now perform with the same religious righteousness. The pot is symbolic of abundance and growth ahead , the day a thanksgiving ,recognition for hard work and a life well lead. So what Granma did , We copy with zeal and vigour , The recipe for OUR PONGAL is HERS and so is the fervour :thumbsup