2020 exists no more, but it took away the happiness and festival spirit with along. I didn’t
decorate the Christmas tree or put lights for Christmas and New Year, and now
with Pongal, in 2 days I couldn’t feel excited in the usual way. Pongal is the only festival that leftover to
speak the tradition and culture of Tamil people living all over the world and
it is a common festival that communicates our lifestyle and unites the people to
support and thank farmers for their continuous work of feeding. Every year we
used to draw colorful Kolams, aka Rangoli, in front of the home to add
auspiciousness to the festival, and boiling milk and rice in a mud pot, on top
of firewood, is another kind of gesture greeting farmers and nature, and also
helping the pottery workers.
I always love
celebrating a festival beyond its religious beliefs and rituals, as I believe
festivals are mean to gather people and celebrate the spirit of togetherness. Pongal
is a social festival and farmer’s festive so wishing for their wellness is important
and being a pandemic period, we had no option other than limiting our celebrations although our celebration is always restrained to two families. But this year is
gonna be celebrated in the kitchen itself. Hehe
Talking about
the past year will only make it sadder than happier, and it is a year the world
will never forget for the number of losses mankind faced, but the consoling
fact was nature restored its place even if it is a temporary phase. Personally, 2020 is a devastating year for us
apart from the pandemic Dracula sucking the life from all over the world, some
lives were lost in our family circle and a couple of them were quite unexpected.
Though no life is lost for COVID-19, my uncle’s death was the most sent tremors
into our family than the cousin who died leaving back two little kids. No life
is left to comparable and life is a life that is replaceable by anything but
we haven’t been close with that cousin to deeply feel the pain.
This cousin is a good-hearted guy, and kindness would melt in
front of his smile, and he had never raised his voice or think to hurt anybody,
but he died out of high pressure and cardiac arrest. Perhaps because of this,
he hadn't shared his problems with others, and this is a problem with many of
our reserved types is to suffer silently. He’s a project manager in a reputed
IT firm and an affectionate kid to his mom and with a problematic married life,
should I need to define the challenges he got in front of him to cease his life?
My uncle
is just 6 months younger than my dad and thus they are like best friends and
whatever it is dad only call him first to know his thought before proceeding. I
would say he was an iron man who lived among us, and his support to our families is significantly
strong and there’s nothing he unknown, and has great grasping power to workout things
at observing. It was him, and it was on
his captainship my brother’s wedding in November held successfully. But he couldn’t
live less than a week to see them lead their life or any of our future events.
We meet
him frequently or to say at least once in a week or two, it was hard for us to
think or feel he’s no more but we feel regret for our aunt who misses him the
most as a loving wife. They lived like made for each other and as a cool and
casual couple. They lead any of our functions
from the front and now seeing her confined to home hurts really. I hope she
returns to normalcy and continues the way she was earlier. I know she too knows
life has to move on, more than any of the other, as she already came over her
daughter’s demise a decade ago. My thoughts go for her…
Thank you
