12/09/2024
Today marks Moolam, the seventh day of the ten-day Onam celebration that begins with Atham. As the festival progresses, preparations for the Onasadya gather momentum. One of my most vivid memories of Onam is from my childhood at our tharavadu, where every tradition was celebrated in its fullest—it was simply the way of life, I suppose.
The pookkalam would grow more elaborate with each passing day, and by Moolam, it truly reached new heights. My uncles would craft clay steps for the pookkalam, and three or five clay figures of Onathappan were carefully molded and left to dry.
While the front of the house bustled with the pookkalam rituals, the back was just as alive with preparations. The creaking of the ara (granary) doors, the chatter of helpers, and the rhythmic movement of the womenfolk, busy with the sadya and palaharam preparations, filled the air with a familiar excitement.
Later, when we moved into our own home, the celebrations continued, though on a smaller scale. Family remained close, and the rituals never truly faded. Onam was unmistakably near when Amma began making upperi (banana chips), and the sweet tang of puliyinchi filled the house, heralding the festival’s approach.
Buying flowers for the pookkalam doesn’t quite sit well with me, so I reserve it just for Uthradam here. But puliyinchi? That’s made today, without question. Even though it’s just the two of us here, how could I resist the pull of these deeply ingrained traditions that arrive unfailingly with Onam?
Wherever you are, I hope the spirit of Onam brings with it a sense of home, tradition, and the joy of togetherness in the days ahead.