#SoCS March 30/19



Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “dough/d’oh.” Use one, use both, use ’em any way you like. Enjoy!

The word ‘dough’ immediately brought to mind my experiments in making bread. We have always eaten bread and we like it but we get from the bakery. Some time ago I was reading in a cookery site that making bread does not mean that we have to knead and knead for a long time. That is what I had read in books earlier. I read the recipes eagerly and thought it would not be all that difficult. Those breads were called rustic breads. According to the first recipe I had to mix the wheat flour, yeast, salt and make a sticky dough, keep it in a bowl, cover it with a cotton cloth overnight. The next morning I was to knead the dough and keep it covered for two hours and then bake it. This rustic bread was a little hard but we liked the taste. I kept looking for more recipes and tried them two times and we liked them too. Then I came across this cookery site called http://www.vegrecipesofindia. The recipe given was the best. I used active yeast, mixed it in warm water and added little sugar. After fifteen minutes it had risen and then followed the recipe. Two hours after making the dough and it had risen, I took it out of the bowl, kneaded it a little and kept it in a greased loaf pan. After 45 minutes it had risen some more. I then baked it. We loved it and also the fragrance of bread being baked 😊 .


#SoCS March 30/19

Here are the rules:

1. Your post must be stream of consciousness writing, meaning no editing (typos can be fixed), and minimal planning on what you’re going to write.

2. Your post can be as long or as short as you want it to be. One sentence – one thousand words. Fact, fiction, poetry – it doesn’t matter. Just let the words carry you along until you’re ready to stop.

3. I will post the prompt here on my blog every Friday, along with a reminder for you to join in. The prompt will be one random thing, but it will not be a subject. For instance, I will not say “Write about dogs”; the prompt will be more like, “Make your first sentence a question,” “Begin with the word ‘The,’” or will simply be a single word to get you started.

4. Ping back! It’s important, so that I and other people can come and read your post! For example, in your post you can write “This post is part of SoCS:” and then copy and paste the URL found in your address bar at the top of this post into yours.  Your link will show up in my comments for everyone to see. The most recent pingbacks will be found at the top. NOTE: Pingbacks only work from WordPress sites. If you’re self-hosted or are participating from another host, such as Blogger, please leave a link to your post in the comments below.

5. Read at least one other person’s blog who has linked back their post. Even better, read all of them! If you’re the first person to link back, you can check back later or go to the previous week by following my category, “Stream of Consciousness Saturday,” which you’ll find below the “Like” button on my post.

6. Copy and paste the rules (if you’d like to) in your post. The more people who join in, the more new bloggers you’ll meet and the bigger your community will get!

7. As a suggestion, tag your post “SoCS” and/or “#SoCS” for more exposure and more views.

8. Have fun!


The fruits of labour ( Sunday Photo Fiction)

Sunday Photo fiction

Advaith was enjoying his holidays with his grandparents. One day he and his grandfather decided to sow some seeds of runner beans, bottle gourd, tomato and bitter gourd. Advaith thought bitter gourd was not needed but his grandfather loved it. They cleared many patches in the garden and hoed them. The seeds were sown and watered. Advaith was very excited and every morning he would rush out to see if the seeds had sprouted. He said to his grandfather that he would sprinkle water many times a day and maybe the plants would come up sooner. His grandfather told him they would not. They needed time to germinate before emerging.

Then Advaith went to stay with his other grandparents. Everyday he would ask about the plants. He came back after three weeks and was delighted to see delicate saplings. He loved to look at them. Soon it was time for him to go back home. His grandfather sent photos every day. The tomato plants were the first to bear fruit. He was very happy to see the green tomatoes ripening and turning red. He wanted to grow tomatoes at home too. And soon he did. His sister joined him too.

(200 words)


( Photo credit : Pensitivity 101)

The fruits of labour ( Sunday Photo Fiction)



Everyday Moments (#SOL-2019)


I believe that the moments in each day make our life what it is. Of course, the unexpected always happens and whatever preparations we make, Life surprises us. Many a time, we think that nothing happens in our life, but things do happen. I started writing to my Doddamma, my father’s elder brother’s wife in October 2017. She is 88 and is not able to hear properly. I post my letter to her every Tuesday. Both of us enjoy the letters. These letters have made it possible for me to appreciate the ordinary moments of life. I edit the letters and post them as Slice of Life every Tuesday.


In my part of the country people worship the Snake God. Usually in each locality there is a small wood land called Nagavana ( Naga is snake and vana is forest). There is small temple which has idols of different snake Gods. Near our house, in a small valley, there is Nagavana. Prayers are offered in the temple regularly and every March certain rites and rituals are performed and after the prayers lunch is served to all who come. On Sunday (24th) we attended the Puja and had lunch there. On our way we noticed a tree with lots of fruits called ‘Mullu hannu’ in Kannada, ( Flacourtia montana). They are sour and juicy. My husband used to eat them during his childhood. I was eating them for the first time. They are sour and juicy.


( Naga mandala)


( Flacourtia Montana) Wild fruits

In the evening we went to Manipal lake for a walk. I met some friends and it was walking and talking 😊. As we were coming out we met Deepa and her parents. We were meeting them after twenty years. When Aravinda was studying in 7th standard in 1997, the final exam was a public exam. He needed a scribe to write for him. Most children were also writing their exams them. But Deepa and another boy, studying in 6th standard, did not have exams them. They were Aravinda’s scribes. There is a bond that ties us to people who help us whole heartedly in our time of need. They remain a part of our lives. All of us were happy to meet.


On the 23rd evening we had our book club meeting . We meet in a member’s home. Each one of us talked about the books we had read in the previous month. It is very interesting to listen and know about different types of books. We started the club in 2009.
My father-in-law’s cousin’s wife had passed away on the 11th. Certain rites and rituals are performed by the children on the 10th, 11th and 12th day after the date of passing away. We attended the function on the 22nd. Family members, extended family members and relatives come to pay their respects. We returned home at seven. Our son had not come as he had classes.
I enjoy making bread, there is something very satisfying about the fragrance that spreads in the house when bread is getting baked. I had made tomato soup for the night and we enjoyed the bread with it 😊.
One evening while returning from our walk we went to our local library. We stayed there reading some magazines. This library was started more than forty years ago. It is a nice place. It was renovated last year. My husband goes there more often, to read different newspapers.
In march, we start getting special onions, they are very tasty for salads. They are tied in a bunch. In Kannada we call them ‘Gonchilu neerulli’. Gonchilu is bunch and neerulli is onion. Their cost is almost double that of the regular onions. We usually buy them because they are available only during the season.


Certain rites and rituals are a very important part of our daily lives. Some people believe in them and some do not. I believe  beliefs are very personal . On the 19th we attend ‘Dhanvantari Homa’ performed by my husband’s cousin. He was facing many health problems and was asked to perform this ‘homa’. I really don’t know if all problems get solved but it does bring peace of mind to those who believe in them.

Last week was a busy one. Our weather is becoming hotter and we will get relief from the heat only in June when the rains start. But the heat has become a part of our lives and we are used to it. Life goes on.

Everyday Moments

“Live quietly in the moment and see the beauty of all before you. The future will take care of itself.”
Paramahansa Yogananda

Nāga – Wikipedia

Flacourtia montana J. Graham | Species | India Biodiversity Portal

Homa (ritual) – Wikipedia

Dhanvantari Homam – HinduPad
Dhanvantari Homa is performed to get relief from various diseases and attain a long life with good health. Lord dhanvantari is the chief deity of this powerful Homa who is the Divine physician believed to be an incarnation of Lord Vishnu.

Mandala – Wikipedia

Everyday Moments (#SOL-2019)

#SoCS March 23/19-the last piece f physical mail received

#SoCS March 23/19-the last piece f physical mail received


Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “the last piece of mail you received.” Talk about the subject of the last piece of physical mail you received, i.e. a gas bill–talk about gas, not the bill itself. Have fun!

My father-in-law’s cousin’s wife passed away on the 11th. She was 86. According to our customs there are certain rites and rituals to be performed by the children on the 10th, 11th and 12th day after the date of passing away. Family members attend the 10th and 11th day. On the 12th other than the close family members, extended family and friends too attend. An invitation is sent to everyone by post. This was the one that we last received by post. We attended the function on the 22nd. About hundred people had attended. All the rites and rituals were performed in her second son’s house in our village. We had gone there in the morning and returned home at seven in the evening.



School and the bicycles (Sunday Photo fiction)

Sunday Photo fiction

Asha and Usha looked at their bicycles with quiet satisfaction, parked it and walked into their school. They lived in a small village by the side of a river. In their village there was only a primary school. The high school was in the neighbouring town, four miles away. Asha’s father had walked the distance every day, to and from school. But she had heard her mother say that those days were different. Times had changed and it was not safe for girls to go alone. No one could be sure about the type of people taking note of their daily movements. It was better to take precautions instead of being sorry later.
One day she heard her parents talking with their neighbours. Their daughter, Usha was her best friend. She wondered what they were discussing. She and Usha felt the quiet excitement in the air.
One morning, after the exams, a small truck drew up near their houses. To their delight they saw the driver bring out two beautiful yellow coloured bicycles. The parents came out and the girls were too excited to speak. They stared at the bicycles in silent rapture. Their problem was nicely solved.

(198 words)


( Photo credit : Susan Spaulding )

School and the bicycles (Sunday Photo fiction)



( Yellow Oleander)