Puthenpura is the family name of the group of neighbours in my youth. All of them, brothers and sisters, children and grandchildren, built their houses in the acreage and we were pretty much the outsiders who bought into the block of land. Our family were the only Christians in our locality. We were flanked by a Muslim family on the right and all the rest of them were devout Hindus.
In the big block of land that was known as Puthenpura the brothers and sisters had made pathways and small lanes to go to each others houses. There was a small piece of open area in the front of the group of pathways. This is where the women of the houses congregated without fail everyday after the daily chores were done.
This was the "Communication Centre" of our neighbourhood. We became part of the Puthenpura family soon after we moved in and we shared our joys and sorrows - and our recipes. We used to go over for Onam meals and Hindu festivals and in turn, we would send them home made cakes and cookies at Christmas. Beautiful tradition that I miss here! This recipe was shared by one of the ladies before I migrated to Australia to help me make all the items in a sadya. I miss them all so much.



