The soul is itself nourished. When all eat well and to full satisfaction.
The annadaanam in the village yesterday. Where the 200 people collected for the annadaanam. Collective cooking, collective worship, collective eating.
My friend wanted it done in his father's name. He transferred the money to the account of one of the village people. They handled the provisions and the entire organization. A prayer was said in the local temple and all sat to eat together. Joyously.
Swipe ...
Rice, sambar, rasam. A spoonful of mixture, a banana and a sweet. A feast fit for the gods.
The happiness found in the happiness of all is found nowhere else.
Happiness is Annadaanam.
Cooking, serving and eating together. After first offering the food to God.
Prasadam.
A feast. Rice, sambar, rasam, potato curry, a spoon of mixture, a sweet. A banana.
The temple space was full. As many families had guests for tomorrow s Gangamma festival. The food vessels were like akshaypatra.
The PaalaGuttaPalle Bags team has taken charge and in the killing sun spent half a day going to market in Piler to get the provisions, and the remaining day before the fires cooking. The perfect meal.
We ate in the end. After all were served. Sone items were over. But as Anitha said, "All who came were fed to happiness. It's ok if we have less."
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