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❤ watch me dance!
https://youtu.be/0m_Bnu0CXFg
Of all versions of myself, the "Ma" version is most endearing to me. Bettu is interested in dance and has been conducting online workshops free during this lockdown and share them on his YouTube channel for others to practice. Never imagined that we would get to spend so much time together and doing what we both like and are passionate about - dance!
We actually enjoy each others company, despite bettu being a just-turned-teenager and me being forty. We giggle, make fun, crack jokes and love being with each other, we literally do 'roll on the floor' laughing too at times.
What's more touching is when bettu tells me, he loves me as his dance partner and wishes I do more workshop choreos with him. I resist. My machine isn't oiled in twenty years and its old and rusty. Happens. He doesn't seem to care, he wants me nevertheless and is always full of spark and admiration when I drape a saree. Per him, I look best in sarees apparently. Bhidu, mera bachcha hai tu!
So today again we did a small routine together , I immediately agreed to this for three precious reasons: 1) bettu 2) saree 3) dance. ❤ video shared for you!
π₯π₯π₯ Oh BTW this the avakaya season in most telugu households in India. During my childhood its an activity five or six moms do together at one household! Its no less than a ceremony on its own. Starting from picking the right date window (most women still avoid period time) that works for all. Then the right mango.. Gosh, its like choosing a life partner! It should be raw, crisp and the cutting of triangular pieces with each piece getting a slide of the hard shell is key. Any pieces without the shell are kept aside for thokku pachadi (simpler and less important cousin of the great avakaya). The right oil, but more importantly the spices. Mom used to buy the individual spices and get them powdered in the mill (while we die sneezing try eyed) until buying the ready-made mix from Bombay General Stores became convenient and popular.
On the "muhurat" day women gather in the morning, go to the market to get the mango pieces ready. Once home, they clean each individual piece with cloth, no drop of water is allowed anywhere in the perimeter of the project. Children are prohibited from entering the "action area". Big buckets and earthen pots are kept ready. Pieces are mixed in the spices, dipped in oil, then carefully transferred to the big earthen jars. Buttermilk and card is used to wash off the spices.Extra oil on the top seals it for next few days.
Upon completion of three days, taste validation happens to adjust for spices and also for my favorite part - adding garlic (i love avakaya with garlic). Ah the summer! Live each moment. Love each moment
Every sari has a story. This space is one such storybook.. it's a tribute to the hands, sweat, blood that tirelessly create wonderful six yards of fabric making such stories happen. Humble effort to say THANK YOU! Plant to yarn to fabric to sari - weaver to wearer. It's a child in creation. π Pictures and content solely copyrighted to this blog owner. Misuse, replication without permission treated as violation and strictly prohibited. Trolls pls excuse. Keep calm and sari on.
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