I can (Slice of Life)


My parents were married for fifty seven years. My father had been working in the Indian Railways.  After my father retired they lived in a small town where my mother’s  parents and brothers lived. From October 2015 my father had various health problems and my brother asked them to come and stay with them. Last year in September my father passed away. My mother came to stay with us for two months. My daughter and grandson had been with us the whole of November. My mother enjoyed the company of her great grandson. Except for about two years in the 1980s my parents had always been together. They got married in May 1959. My mother is seventy five. A different life for my mother. We all miss my father, she misses him the most.  We, her children and grandchildren would always be with her but something precious would be missing.

This month, on the 2nd she had to go to my brother’s place by flight. The very thought had made her so nervous. This was the first time she was going alone, alone without her husband. She kept saying that she would have to learn to go alone. We had asked for  wheelchair assistance at the airport. The flight officials would look after everything. I was feeling very apprehensive as I waved goodbye to her. By the time she reached her destination my mother had lost all here fears. She understood there was nothing to be scared about. She got down from the plane with the others. She had just one shoulder-bag with her. She carried it and asked a co-passenger to help her and the girl carried it for her till the exit. My sister-in-law had come to receive her. My mother was so elevated. She told me now she could go anywhere by herself and she was glad that she had traveled alone and not waited for someone to accompany her. She was confident about herself. I was so glad for her.

“Only when we dream

And dare to take the first step

Do we reach our goals.”


I can (Slice of Life)

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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