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My Onam, Happy Onam!











With chenda, the festivities begin.
Fragrant floral carpets welcome,
Incandescent greasy faces.

Golden Beige memories!

Plantain leaves, Payasam
Stomach yearning for more
Ensemble like Avial; celebration all-rounded!

Coconut oil memories!

Riveting Television shows,
Dazing peacefulness dulls you
With laughter and naked yawns.

Sandalwood memories!
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