It is the Kojagiri pournima today. Aai loved celebrating it. She enjoyed the entire process of preparing the special milk with all the perfect ingredients, chilled in/with the moon rays, and served in shiny silver glasses she had bought for all of us. Why, she used to pray to the moon, too.
That was not a mere ritual, mind you. I think, she, in fact, both Aai-Papa, loved the beauty of such special pooja days. Whether it was the Tripurari Pournima or the Tulsi Vivah performed symbolically, it was hardly ever merely the religious praxis that mattered to either of them. I think, Aai (and Papa, too) relished, loved the senses-pleasing, sensuous beauty of such celebrations. Even the daily pooja was a glory of sights, sounds, fragrances, colors, for instance.
This zest for life, both of them enjoyed it, but Aai in a unique absolute abundance, I would say. An effective singer, an efficient painter and rather good at writing she was. The beautiful artefacts she used to make, i have already described them in thorough details. She was a brilliant chef, too. Never wasting her time in silly gossip or watching stupid serials, she used it creatively, thoughtfully. Good at lots of things, she looked decades younger than her age, given her soft gentle skin. In brief, soft as the moon, bright as the sun was her presence. Here is wishing her and Papa eternal peace.
Pratima@parents proud
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