In a remote Indian village a child experiences many summer vacations. Near death experiences, lack of amenities, and unique rituals challenged his life. But, festive occasions, unconditional love, and natural beauty held it together. Although he coped with untimely passing of loved ones, motivation to reconnect came from remembering the past. Yet, the village, a point in history is lost forever!
Tuesday, March 19, 2013
Tulasi Podium
One of the sacred places in any home in my village. A poduim made out of mud to hold the tulashi plant. It is like a flower pot, but made by hand. After bath and at dusk, women used to put water and place an oiled lamp each day of the year. The symbolic gesture of this ritual was of utmost significance to me as a child growing up.
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