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Letter from Home-28 (Slice of Life)

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‘Slice of Life’ has reaffirmed my belief that everyday moments are precious moments. They make us what we are. I have been posting my letters to my father’s elder brother’s wife, I call her Doddamma. It literally means elder mother. I mailed my letters to my cousin’s wife. She used to read it to her. The other day she told me that doddamma enjoyed hand-written letters. She reads and re-reads them. So, I have once again started writing letters on paper and posting them to her. I edit and share what I have written to her in ‘Slice of life’. I like reading the different slices of life. We live in different places of the world but there is a sameness in our everyday lives. It is fascinating and that sameness connects us. ‘

16-10-18
Dear Doddamma,
I was very happy to talk to you the other day. I am very glad that you are getting my letters. I asked in the post office and they told me it will take about a week for the letters to reach you. I have posted my 2nd letter to you on the 9th. I like writing to you and I remember ajja (grandfather) writing to all his grandchildren. We used to write regularly to each other when he was away from us.
On the 12th Kuvara (my husband) went to Maikuri and returned on the 13th evening. He went to be with his father and brother. The couple who work there had gone elsewhere. My father-in-law is 93 and fine for his age. He likes to keep himself busy.

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( betel fruits are sun dried for forty days and stored in air-tight rooms. The outer cover is removed and the nuts sold. My father-in-law thought it would be nice to help. )

On the 12th afternoon I went to Asare, home for the mentally challenged. I have been going there since 2011 and it has become a very necessary part of my life. Earlier, before Kuvara retired he used to leave me there after lunch before going to his department. I used to walk back home. It used to take me about 35 minutes. But now, three times a week, we go together. He gets down at the Medical library to read the latest dental journals. I drive on to Asare. Later I drive back and we return home together.

Last month when I was in Hyderabad Amma had a check up as she was with us for four months. She is having radiation therapy since 11th. She has to have it for 15 days. Shaila, my sister-in-law goes with her to the hospital. Amma is feeling quite fed up going to the hospital but she told me she is not going to worry and take life as it comes. She learnt this from you, doddamma. You always tell that you take life as it comes. Amma wanted to come and stay with you for some time. She will not be able to come now. She is disappointed. My brother told her that he will take her to see you one weekend later on.

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Doddamma, Aravind has a talking software in his laptop which helps him to read whatever he wants to read. We got it in 2002 and over the years he has been getting the newer versions. It has made him very independent in his reading, But sometimes he has to get a book scanned and transferred to his computer. When the book is scanned some errors happen in the words. Last week I checked and corrected a play which he has to read. He had the hard copy, I looked at and made the necessary changes in the digital copy. New technology has brought so many changes in our lives. We see and talk to Gayatri (our daughter) and children every day. They are coming on November 8th. We are eagerly waiting for the day. I am making blankets for them from amma’s old silk and cotton saris. I had taken two when I had gone to Germany last year.

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On Sunday evening we went to Sri Janardana and Mahakali temple in Udupi. Lots of people come to attend Navaratri pujas. There are many cultural programmes. That day there was Yakshagana by women artistes. But we did not wait for it. There are many temples to Goddess Durga, in her different forms around our place. They are all very serene and peaceful places. We like going there.

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On Saturday night it started raining, we were pleasantly surprised. It rained for more than half an hour. People here believe that it always rains during Navaratri and it always does.
We are all fine here doddamma.
With love,
Lakshmi
Navaratri – Wikipedia
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Navratri

Jaws – Wikipedia
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/JAWS_(screen_reader)

Areca nut – Wikipedia
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Areca_nut

Letter from Home-28 (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 am doing something in my own way. Twice a week I go to a home for the mentally challenged . This has enriched my life.
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.

5 replies on “Letter from Home-28 (Slice of Life)”

“Take life as it comes:..what great advice. We can’t change it. No sense worrying about it wondering what if. Life is too short. How wonderful that you are making blankets out of the saris. What precious memories these will hold for those who get them.

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