Belongings

About a month ago I noticed a small, empty nest in the one of the branches of the hibiscus plant outside our bedroom window. I do not know when the nest was built, we were so busy with our lives. The nest looked so much a part of the plant.

I was reminded of this quote by Robert Lynd, ‘There is nothing in which birds differ more from man than the way in which they build and yet leave a landscape as it was before.’

Today the nest is no more a nest, what belonged to that little bird is no more. Just individual sticks and leaves remain . The bird will build a nest somewhere else. Looking at them I was thinking of all those things we collect and keep with us. We want something or someone to belong to us. That is human nature. We cannot be like birds, we need something more permanent in life.

But there are countless people who are displaced from one place to another and for whom violence is a part of their lives. Most of us want security and we cannot really say whether that belongs to them. We think so much about our belongings but when we are no more I wonder what will happen to them? It does not really matter because we will not be there. But still the question comes to mind.

I am reading a book called ‘ASHOKA in Ancient India’ by Nayanjot Lahiri. Ashoka lived more than 2000 years ago. His stone edicts still survive. What was his is still there. It helps us to understand a little about life in those long ago days.

When I think of belongings I think of my grandfather. My grandmother had passed away in 1943. He passed away in 1980. He had been a teacher all his life. After retiring as headmaster of the Government High School in Hospet, he lived with my father’s elder brother and family and with us. All his worldly belongings were kept in one small trunk and a cotton bag. No worldly belongings as such but he left behind something very precious. He gave his children education and helped many others to go to school and get a higher education. That was his legacy to that generation, the next generation and the next. It will continue. What belonged to him is being passed on.

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By Lakshmi Bhat

I am a person who believes there is not enough darkness in the world to extinguish the light of a small candle. We live in a small place in South India. I love reading, blogging, stitching, traveling, photography, listening to people and many other things which make life so very nice and interesting. Blogging is a fun experience, it has brought me into contact with people in different parts of the world and it is good to read about their everyday life. In spite of the differences there is a sameness which is fascinating. I have learnt and am learning something everyday. I have learnt to write haikus. I enjoy combining the thought and the number of syllables. I have always read books and I was happy to write short fiction. I had thought I would not be able to do so. Stream of Consciousness and photo challenges are fun too. Yes, there is so much in life that is sad and that hurts us. Many a time I wonder why life is so unfair to so many. We all have problems in life but the problems of many seems unbearable. This makes me feel so helpless. It is not possible to help everyone but we can do our bit, we can do something to help some in whatever way we can. I go to the Home for the Mentally challenged in our campus twice a week. I have been going there since 2011. The members are an important part of my life. The Covid has made it difficult for me to go there regularly. There have been many challenges in life and we have faced them with a positive approach. Our grandson and granddaughter have made life so much more richer.

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