Here is a memory of the saraswati poojai day- as it was each year for me - as a kid: Appa would wake me up at 5 am and i woul carry that golden colored patram with handle all over D2 flats next to our pandara road house - looking for paintbrush and malligai and other flowers. Then books were put to concrete shelf - yippee no study day. Then with amma to saraswati poojai at this saraswati statue. Sanskrit teacher others singing, amma decorating. Then the wait for canteen Damodaran’s sundal that was delicious. What days, man!
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