The pujas are coming to an end today. And I have been seeing Aita appear in the early morning dreams. every single day since last week.
The last day would always signal the last "anjali" with the wobbly footed priest going about his "ambe, ambalike..."chants! And the piece de resistance in the ancestral pujas was the then miserly ( not so much now supposedly) helpings of "ponta bhat" ( fermented rice mixed with mustard oil, green chillies and onions) and "poora maas" ( fish char grilled) with homemade pickles ( Indian olives, red hot chillis). I miss that and the many opportunities to hang out with cousins and partake in the many rounds of family gossip!! Oh yeah that's the charm of the pujas..
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Dashami, ponta bhaat, poora maas, fish, fermented rice, chants, Aita
The last day would always signal the last "anjali" with the wobbly footed priest going about his "ambe, ambalike..."chants! And the piece de resistance in the ancestral pujas was the then miserly ( not so much now supposedly) helpings of "ponta bhat" ( fermented rice mixed with mustard oil, green chillies and onions) and "poora maas" ( fish char grilled) with homemade pickles ( Indian olives, red hot chillis). I miss that and the many opportunities to hang out with cousins and partake in the many rounds of family gossip!! Oh yeah that's the charm of the pujas..
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Dashami, ponta bhaat, poora maas, fish, fermented rice, chants, Aita
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