Golu is more than just a festival; it's a living legacy, passed through generations.
The mere mention of this festive season evokes a rush of warm memories, transporting me back to a childhood marked by the golu pattu (song), the vibrant hues of pattu pavadai / madisar sarees, the sweet aroma of sundal and the playful chatter of friends and family. Unlike other festivals, Golu wasn't a singular event, it was a nine day extravaganza, the longest and most cherished celebration of my childhood.
It wasn't just about the meticulously arranged dolls, though they played a starring role. Each meticulously crafted figure, passed down through generations, whispered stories of gods and goddesses, mythical creatures, and everyday folks. They weren't merely inanimate objects, they were portals to a world of imagination, sparking hours of storytelling and laughter with my cousins.
As I grew older, the responsibility of maintaining the Golu tradition gradually shifted onto my shoulders. The excitement remained, but it was now tinged with a deeper understanding of the cultural significance. Each step with its dolls, each variation of sundal, and each strand of kolam became a thread in the intricate tapestry of our heritage.
Today, when I step back and admire the Golu display in my own home, a wave of nostalgia washes over me. The nine days become a time capsule, transporting me back to the carefree days of childhood, filled with the warmth of family, the delight of tradition and the simple joy of celebrating. Golu is more than just a festival; it's a living legacy, passed down through generations, reminding us of the enduring power of community, culture, and the joy of sharing.
- Durga, Nanganallur
