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Let's harvest the festival

 Happy Pongal! (And belated Lohri wishes)


On this day, Pongal, we boil Milk, and shout; 'Pongalo Pongal' when the milk tends to boil.


This year, we're going to my cousin's house to spend our festival time - well, we do that for every festival, every year; either we go or they come.


We make delicious sweets - like in all festivals. Like, poli, Vada, payasam, kesari and much more.


What's your Harvest Treat? May I know?


In the northern part of India, the celebrate the festival a day before the Pongal festival, and call it Lohri or Maghi. In South India, the day before Pongal is celebrated as Bhogi, when we burn unwanted thoughts. And the day after Pongal; we celebrate Kanu, the day when we pray to God that our Brothers and Sisters must be happy and roll balls of varities of rice.


Well, how do you Harvest Your Festival? May I know?


And....

Happy Pongal! Kanu in advance and; and belated Lohri and Bhogi wishes!


Stay tuned in for  festival-tastic posts!

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