Oil Baths

Each of us has special memories of our growing up years – and as we plod through our lives now, we do remember those days, when life was so simple and uncomplicated.

One of the most wonderful memories I have is about a ritual that our family followed on Sundays. Most people in our part of the world probably had the same ritual too.

Sundays were ‘oil bath’ days. The day went something like this. We woke up at 7 a.m. and had a light breakfast. After this, my siblings and I would sit on a straw mat on the floor. Our mom would then warm oil in a small wok, to which basil leaves, pepper corn, raw rice, hibiscus flowers etc were added.

Once the oil was warm enough to say ouch! when it touched the palm of your hand, the oil massage would start.

As our mom massaged our scalps with warm oil, our whole body would relax, and eyes automatically close – it was pure bliss. Our hands, legs and faces were also massaged with oil.

We had some old frocks that we wore for this activity. We were asked to soak- in the oil for a good 45 minutes. So, during this time we sat and played all kinds of word games.

We took turns to have our baths in hot water, washing away the oil with heavenly-smelling shikakai powder.

Once all the kids were done, the adults did the same.

Oil bath days had special menus, and the food was served piping hot. The whole family would sit and eat together.

After the heavy meal, my Dad would play 70s music; the deep voices of the singers lulling us into sleep.

We would wake up refreshed and relaxed, ready to have some hot cocoa or if we were lucky, a little cup of coffee.

Oil bath days were so special. They rejuvenated our minds and bodies, and also strengthened family bonds.

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8 thoughts on “Oil Baths

  1. lola gayle

    Oh my! That sounds like absolute heaven! What a lucky child you were. Our Sundays growing up were filled with us kids out the door until noon, football or another sport with Dad, then gardening and dinner.

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  2. Arpita

    Not something I totally relate to. But I had my moments of my mother oiling my hair or applying oil on my feet and chest when I caught a cold. I remember how much I hated the oil on my feet… the greasy feeling rubbing onto the floor as I walked. Indeed nostalgic. 🙂

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    1. nimi naren Post author

      Indeed..! I often tell my children that there was so much wisdom in all the things our elders got is to do…..somehow people stopped following them…now they are commercialized and back…Thank you Katelon….

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