The makeshift golu stand will be dismantled, the books placed at the goddess’ feet returned to their shelves, and the gods and goddesses, carefully wrapped up in odds and ends of cloth, will go back to into the old irumbu petti, itself hoisted up into that little dark corner in the attic. There they will stay for another year, patiently awaiting their turn, until it is time for another navaratri, another puja, another ten days worth of celebration when they will be feted with sundal and payasam, a different variety each day.
I wonder how this lifestyle would suit me, nine days of unlimited splendour, one day of victory over the demon Mahishasura, and then....
A very long rest indeed.
3 comments:
Nice photos of the golu. I saw them from your email too.
guess the guitar also has the same fate as the golu gods and goddesses :) :)
-Aruna
heh heh..Let us not touch those awkward subjects ok... Aru...*bundles guitar into case, to be placed on top of old cupboard*
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