Rangoli had been a love since childhood for me. For me, the memories of Pongal holidays translate to – going to maternal grandparents, teaming up with aunts, contemplating on which Rangoli to choose, browsing through the rangoli images printed in Eenadu newspapers, discussing the colour combinations and waking up early to conquer and colour the earth.
All through childhood, we never had the opportunity of staying in an independent house or one with access to the ground in front of home. So any visit to a relative’s place that had a home-front of their own for rangoli, I grabbed the opportunity to try my hands at that.
Years have passed, but even now, the prospect of making a rangoli, the process of starting with mere dots, turning them into beautiful drawings gives me a huge high. And the itch to pass on this love to my next ones has begun. To add more to it , A and my nieces have always shown interest in art and are quite good for their ages.
This Dasara, A and my elder niece made this, while I just gave the instructions.
This Diwali, SIL, A and myself made this
And this was done by SIL and A
And now I wait for the New Year / Pongal for the next rangoli season !!