Look, I know how it is. You are sitting there, probably scrolling through your phone, when suddenly your house is invaded by flowers. Not just a few flowers in a vase, but like, an insane amount of flowers spread all over the floor in a weirdly perfect circle. Then, you smell it. The aroma of like, twenty different curries being cooked simultaneously. You see your parents—who usually just wear office clothes—suddenly looking like they are about to attend a grand Indian wedding. Your mother is in a white saree with a massive gold border, and your father is attempting to tie a mundu (it's basically a white skirt, let's be honest) without it falling off. Welcome to August 2026. Welcome to Onam. If you are confused, don't worry. Most of India is, too, until they taste the food. If you live in Jaipur, like me, or Mumbai, or Delhi, Kerala feels like a different country sometimes. But Onam is that one time of year when everyone becomes a little bit Malayali, just for the Sadhya (...
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