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இனிய தமிழ் புத்தாண்டு நல்வாழ்த்துக்கள்!

Wishing everyone a very happy Tamil New Year.

This day used to be very special when we were in our hometown. In fact, as a child, we used to wait for this very eagerly. Once the month began, it itself felt like a festival for us. There is a big ground belonging to the famous Shenbagavali Temple. In the first week, they would start setting up a lot of rides, and by the end of the week, everything would be ready.

Fathers, coming home after work, would freshen up quickly and take their eagerly waiting kids, making their day unforgettable. Mothers would get their children ready, doing the little makeup they knew which felt like the best in those kids’ eyes. Then they would hurry to get ready themselves, just so their children wouldn’t miss that grand spectacle.

Even when their pockets were empty, they would still fill their children’s hearts, buying them Delhi appalam, cauliflower bakkoda, dolls, and balloons.

On April 13, the actual celebration begins. The chariot would be beautifully decorated with the deity inside, and for a few kilometers, the whole crowd would pull it praying, wishing for goodness and hope, leading it to the temple.

I’ve heard that this is done because earlier, not everyone could visit the temple due to personal struggles. Some carried worries, some couldn’t make time, and elderly people couldn’t step out. So on this special day, it is believed that the god comes to your home, so you can offer your prayers from wherever you are.

On April 14, the whole town would visit the Shenbagavali Amman temple, mark their presence before Amman, take an afternoon nap, and return again to enjoy the food and rides. There wouldn’t even be space to breathe because of the crowd, so we had to be careful with our belongings.

We would return home so happily, falling asleep wholeheartedly, hugging the toys we bought.

It’s been eight years since we moved to Chennai, and the one festival I miss the most is this ther thiruvizha. I’m happy that I got to visit my hometown around this time last year. Those memories are still close to my heart. I can still remember how Delhi appalam and milagai bajji tasted.

And today is that same day again. It’s not as lively or fast as it used to be, but it began slowly. After all the presentations got over, I felt like this day off was much needed. Mom literally prepared a virundhu—rice, sambar, aviyal, rasam, paayasam. Any day, Amma’s samayal… I surrender without a second thought.

In the evening, we went to Abirami Amman temple and had the amritha prashadam.

We had dahi puri, dahi papdi chaat, pani puri, and veg momos—yes, South Indian food got replaced with North Indian chaat. Change comes with place, I guess.

And the day ended by watching the CSK match, hoping for a win.


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