Pachidi time.
The last time I made the pachidi, it turned out to be a disastrous year. Does this mean I should never, ever, ever, never again make pachidi?
Not this year, at any rate. What are mothers for, right?
Happy New Year, folks.
Update: My mum's pachidi this year was low on sweet, though th emango from our tree tried hard to redress the imbalance (for some reason, the raw mangoes from our tree have never been even faintly khatta). The neem flowers I plucked from the University roughly a month ago were generous with their bitterness.
This must mean something; pachidi making is a delicate tight-rope act between prophecy and wish-fulfillment. I wonder what the year will bring?
5 comments:
Happy new year to you and the family, SB.
Happy New year, Space Bar and family. The neem flowers look lovely. Reminds me of the time my brother was mean enough to offer me a neem fruit, and I was stupid and greedy enough to eat it!
Please make the pachidi, and have a lovely year.
SS: long time! Thank you. Was it two years ago I raided your Univ neem trees in prep?
dipali: Thanks. (the need flowers are filched from wiki. Here the trees flowers around Ugadi and are in fruit by April).
Banno: Thanks. My mum did (it was low on sweet. this must mean something.)
Happy New Year to you too.
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