New Year

Dear Friends in WordPress,

We wish you all a very Happy New Year.

I enjoy reading and looking at the beautiful photos you post. Thank you.

I enjoy blogging and have learnt so much from you all. I have learnt about Haiku and other forms of poetry.  Photo challenges are very interesting and great fun. I am now having fun with photo fiction.  Sitting at home I am getting to see life in different parts of the world.  There is so much that is different and sameness too.

I once again wish you all a very Happy New Year and may your dreams come true.

Regards,

Lakshmi Bhat

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The Meeting Place (Sunday Photo fiction)

Sunday Photo fiction

The old lady waved goodbye to the strangers, the couple she had met in the bus. They had come from a faraway country to see the beautiful, old church not far from her meeting place. They did not speak her language but she was able to convey to them that she would show them the road to the church. They thanked her profusely and she walked towards the park.
She and her friends met regularly and their meeting place had become such an important part of her life. She remembered those days after her husband passed away suddenly due to a massive heart attack. He had been fine that morning and had gone for his morning walk. He collapsed on his way back. Her son, daughter-in-law and grandchildren had been her support, pillars of strength. Her friends who had been a part of her life for decades helped her. She could speak her heart to them, tell them thoughts that she could not tell her children. This meeting place was a source of strength. She sometimes came and sat there all alone. The peaceful atmosphere had a soothing effect on her.
She thought of the couple who had seemed to be kindred spirits. It would have been so nice if she could have talked to them and told them about her special place. They would have understood.

Photo Credit: Susan Spaulding

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The Meeting Place (Sunday Photo fiction)

 

RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #232 Foot&Mouth

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Learning by tasting,
Everything goes to the mouth
Babies lift their foot,
The big toe reaches the mouth
I wonder what it tastes like?

Our daughter and family are with us for a vacation. They came on November 10th. Our granddaughter had just completed one year. She used to crawl about. Sometimes she would lie on her back and put her big toe in her mouth. But now she walks everywhere. She does not put her big toe in her mouth. Life moves on. There are so many stages in the first year of life.

RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #232 Foot&Mouth

The Seagulls (Sunday Photo Fiction)

Sunday Photo fiction

The Seagulls (Sunday Photo Fiction)

She lived in a big city and life was one busy day after another. Sometimes she felt she lived a very lonely life, far away from the small village where she had lived for twenty years. The village where the sea was so very near, the vast unending sea. She had loved to listen to the waves hitting the rocks. There was always something reassuring about that routine. The sea and the waves were always there. She felt secure.

But something had changed as she crossed her teens. She started looking at life from a different perspective. The reason for this change was her sea and the seagulls flying far above. She had always seen them and taken them for granted. Earlier, the vastness of the sea had enveloped her and protected her from the problems of life. The outside world seemed far away. That day she felt as if she was seeing the birds for the first time. They were coming from a far away world. She felt as if they were telling her to leave, to get out of her comfort zone. She opened her heart to her parents. They encouraged her to follow her dream.

It was almost two years since she had left her home. She was glad she had come and believed the birds had changed her life. She had many friends but sometimes felt lonely. But she knew her family and her beautiful village would always be there for her. She firmly believed she was lucky.

(Photo credit : Anurag Bakhshi)

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Letter from Home-37 (Slice of Life)

 

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Dear Doddamma,
We are all fine here and enjoying the company of our daughter, son-in-law and grandchildren. They came from Bangalore on the 14th night. We did not go to the airport. Vinay was there and they came in a pre-paid taxi. I had made mango ice cream for Advaith. We all enjoyed it. Earlier my ice creams used to get a lot of ice crystals. Then I read that we should not keep the mix immediately in the freezer. We should keep it down, when it cools we should churn it once in the mixer and keep in the fridge. After an hour churn it again and then keep in the freezer. Now ice crystals do not form. I have some ripe jackfruit pulp, the jackfruit from our tree. I will make payasa, a sweet dessert made with coconut milk and sugar and I am also planning to try ice cream.

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One morning Gayatri’s childhood friend and her husband came. They live in America and have come on a holiday. Gayatri and her friend were meeting personally after almost four years. Tomorrow four of them are going to a resort by the seaside and will return day after tomorrow evening.
On Thursday we are going to Maikuri to see my husband’s father and brother. If my father-in-law wants to come with us, he will return with us. We had been planning to go yesterday but a cousin told us there might be a strike due to some political gathering. We did not want to take a risk.
Yesterday evening we went to endpoint for a walk. Advaith and Kavya enjoyed running about on the football ground.

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It is pleasure to be with our grandchildren. Advaith is learning to play badminton with his ajja. Sometimes the shuttlecock lands on the roof and both enjoy the moments when they have get it down. He likes to water the plants. We will always remember these moments.

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Yesterday evening Aravinda  and Kuvara attended a Hindustani classical music concert. Both love the music. They returned at nine. Gayatri, Vinay and children went for a ride on our bike. This Ind Suzuki bike is older than Gayatri. Kuvara uses it only occasionally but we don’t want to sell it, an emotional attachment to it.

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Amma is fine in Hyderabad. She had a scan last week and the doctor was very happy to see that there is no recurrence of cancer. She is also relieved. I think she and Anna will come to Bombay. Amma will be with you for two weeks.
I have posted some photos by Speed post. You will get them soon.
With lots of love,
Lakshmi

[‘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. One 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.’]

Letter from Home-37 (Slice of Life)