One of the most awaited occasions during my childhood and the first thought that comes to mind whenever I think of Bulgur / broken wheat.
One of my uncles, with his love of art and devotion, creates amazing paintings and sculptures in a Datta Temple in Poona. Every Datta Jayanti, which falls in December, we would go to that temple. It would be more of a family reunion and the celebration of that occasion.
For me, the fondest memory of this day is the stunningly crisp – cold Poona weather, and the beautiful temple enveloped by a lot of greenery, and the stunning fragrance of bulghur kheer cooked in earthen pots. Even now, sitting miles away, and years later, I can still very very clearly remember the beautiful fragrance of this offering.
I remember, even during the prayers, I would be craning my neck to take a peek into the kitchens to make sure there is still some left or hope that there is more cooking.