There were days in my childhood when I'd wake up in the morning to smell the sweet fragrance of coconut being cooked. I would readily wake up and rush downstairs to witness the large scale manufacture of the coconut sweet.

First the powdery accumulation of grated coconut. Then the semi-solid goor being laid out to cool. Then the final mixture. I would cry my heart every time they refused to allow me to make the auspicious sweet.

Not that I like cooking, but the very idea of having that sensation in the fingers when you're trying to mould the burning hot mixture into perfect round shapes and the sheer ecstasy of popping stolen narus inside the mouth being well aware of the fact that the Goddess Lokkhi is right there, staring out from the heavily painted eyes of the earthen idol. I always thought Gods and Goddesses were particularly understanding. therefore no sense of guilt ever came in the way of sealing the sweets. In fact, the sweets tasted better if they were stolen.


Today is Lokkhi Poojo. I wouldn't even have known had I not come online.
Sigh.