The own festival of God's own country has come once again,remembering us our nostalgia-
which goes our mind to childish joy of swimming ponds, fervent search for flowers to make "pookkalam",
unanimous get together for tasty 'Sadya' in leaf, the ardent smell of burned co- conut oil from the hair of our elder sisters and the innocent arguments amidst the plays like 'oonhal', 'chulli&kol',kabadi etc. ....and ... and, sorry dear,I never disclose the remaining memories, because those are my own and willing to keep ever only in my heart as if it is my own valuable treasures.
Wish to all my dears and nears the happy , prosperous & healthy ONAM which will be free from tricks and slfishness("Kallavum Chathiyum") and infectioous diseases like H1N1, chikkun gunya (instead of chicken fry)
Your own friend,Wahab from 'God's own country'
(I don't know when it became not 'our own country')
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