Everyday Moments (#SOL – 2019)

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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.

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On the 28th and 29th we attended a wedding in our family. My mother’s younger sister is married to my husband’s cousin. It was her son’s wedding and for us it was a double treat 😊. My mother is the eldest of ten children and many of my cousins are younger to my children. It was so in those days. We cannot even imagine such a situation these days.

We left home at 7 on the 28th morning. My husband’s cousin and his wife came with us. We were at the wedding hall at 9. The bridegroom and all the relatives had just come. The bride’s side welcomed us. The wedding muhuruta (auspicious time) was at 11.30. The younger generation of our family have started their own traditions which have add fun to all the proceedings. It is customary for the bride’s family to welcome the bridegroom’s family with certain rituals. But this time there was added colour. My cousin and friends came till the entrance in am open jeep with music and dance. We all enjoyed it.

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Most of our relatives had come. After lunch we all went to our village. My father-in-law did not attend, it would have been very tiring for him. According to our custom, the wedding is hosted by the bride’s family. The same evening and the next day certain rituals are performed to welcome the bride to her new family, she becomes the member of the family. On the 28th evening the bride and bridegroom were welcomed to the ancestral home.

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On the 29th there were certain rituals performed in the hall of the village temple. In earlier days wedding and related rituals were performed in homes, but now it is usually in wedding halls.

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( my mother blessing the couple)

My brother, sister-in-law and my mother had come. My mother came with us and will be with us till September. We reached home at 6.30. It was nice to meet so many of our relatives. These days we are not able to visit each other. Most often meet our relatives personally at such functions. Most people are in contact through WhatsApp. Life has changed a lot. And we change along with life.

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(with my father-in-law)

A good marriage is one which allows for change and growth in the individuals and in the way they express their love.
Pearl Buck

 

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RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #250 Action&Friction

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On the 23rd evening as were watching, dark clouds appeared from nowhere, it started raining heavily with thunder and lightning. It rained for twenty five minutes. For the past many months the hill side behind our home was levelled. Mud was being transported from morning to evening. All the plants by the roadside were looking very sad as the leaves were always covered with dust. We water the plants but five minutes of rainfall made the leaves green in colour again. Our monsoon starts in June.

“Action of rainfall
Causes friction on leaves
Washing dust away
They looked so cheerful again
And were breathing easily.”

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RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #250 Action&Friction

Drive to Work (Sunday Photo Fiction)

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Manohar was satisfied. All the vegetables had been sold. He put his feet up and relaxed. His thoughts went back to the days when he had had to discontinue his studies. His father needed his help in their dairy and fields. Both worked very hard. He rode on his scooter delivering milk to customers. Years passed, he got married and had three children. He wanted them to have a good education. Fortunately, they wanted to study. His daughters worked as nurses and were happily married.

His son was a doctor working at a good hospital. His son and his wife had been understanding when he told them he did not want to stop working. But now they had only two cows and milk only for a few customers. Then his wife suggested they should grow vegetables and sell the surplus He liked the idea. Every morning he supplied milk and then brought the vegetables in his cart to the street-corner. On most days he was able to sell his vegetables within a few hours. Then he relaxed and passed some time watching people before returning home.  He knew he was lucky because many of his dreams had come true.

(200 words)

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Photo credit : Susan Spaulding

 

Everyday Moments (#SOL- 2019)

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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

22-04-19

We voted on the 18th. Our polling booth was in a college not far from our home. Our neighbour came with us, we started at 6.30. Polling was to start at 7. There was a good crowd because there were many weddings on that day. People had come to vote before attending the functions. A bridegroom too had come. Many ladies had come all dressed, maybe they had to go quite a distance for the wedding they were to attend. We were back home by 8. Now we wait for the results which will be declared in May.

On the 16th afternoon I went to Asare (Home for the Mentally challenged) I had not been able to go for more than two weeks. I like my time spent there, I have been going there from 2011. For many of the people living there life goes on. They many not know about what is happening in the world but they do understand what affects them.

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One morning I spent two hours cleaning our kitchen, spring cleaning 😊.
Tree pies have started coming to eat the chapatis that we put out for birds. For more than two months birds were not coming, we were wondering why. It is good to see them. I feel we are lucky because we are able to hear the birds calling out to each other early in the morning. It sounds like an orchestra. I wonder what they are telling each other. There are a lot of sunbirds here and it is nice to see them flying from flower to flower.

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One afternoon our son had to leave at 3.45. We dropped him at his college, it was too early to go for a walk. First we went to the mill from where we buy wheat flour and ragi flour. It is in the next small town. We came to our library and were there for more than an hour. I read most of the magazines there. We then went for our walk before returning home. We then played scrabble 😊.

At one end of our back yard there is a mango tree. It was planted long back by the previous owners. This year we are getting fruits for the first time. They are very tasty. The branches of this tree are outside our compound. My husband and son went to pick the mangoes which had fallen there. The land was a hill side earlier. Now it has become a flat piece of land, destruction for construction. Green forests are giving way to a concrete jungle. The place looks like a crater now. Not only land but people are destroying each other. It seems so pointless. I often wonder what we are leaving behind for the future generations.

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19th was Good Friday, a holiday.
We went to see my father-in-law. We had not been there for more than two weeks. My father-in-law is fine. He talks more about the past. Unfortunately, we cannot understand what he is talking about and he cannot explain to us. The problems of old age.

My husband plucked cocum (kokum) fruits and wild mangoes. I have made squash with the cocom fruits and mango panna. We have to separate the seeds in the cocum fruits. I put sugar to the peels and kept them in a bottle and placed it in the sun. I have done the same with the seeds. After some days, we get the juice. It is very tasty.

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I also made some chutney powder using lentils and (methi)fenugreek leaves. Jaggery syrup is our favourite with dosas for breakfast. I boil jaggery and water to one thread consistency. That makes the syrup a little thick. We get all this in the market but I like making them at home. I also made masala powder for a rice dish called ‘bisi bele bath’. I was making it for the first time and we liked it. The cooking site http://www.vegrecipesofindia is a blessing.
Yesterday was a lazy day. In the evening we went to the walking track in the training college grounds of Syndicate bank. I met two friends. It is nice to talk and walk 😊.
Everyday Moments

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God puts rainbows in the clouds so that each of us – in the dreariest and most dreaded moments – can see a possibility of hope.
Maya Angelou

Health Benefits of Ragi – medindia.net
http://www.medindia.net › Diet and Nutrition

Garcinia indica – Wikipedia
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Garcinia_indica

bisi bele bath powder recipe, how to make bisibelebath powder …
http://www.vegrecipesofindia.com › recipes › Cooking Tips & Methods

Fenugreek – Wikipedia
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fenugreek

 

#SoCS April 20/19

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Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “rib.” Use it as a word, or find a word with “rib”in it. As always, use any way you’d like. Enjoy!

The word rib immediately brought to mind the word crib. Our daughter’s friend gave her a crib that she had been using for her son. He had outgrown it. This was in October 2017. Our granddaughter was born on November 10th that year. I was there for two and half months to help my daughter. But in those early days we did not use the crib for the baby at night. My daughter found it difficult to pick the baby from the crib to feed her. I returned home on January 18th 2018. The crib was used only during day time. As months passed our granddaughter, her name is Kavya, did not like being left in the crib. She used to sleep there in the mornings. But the moment she woke up she would cry out to her mother. Now I think the crib is in the cellar.

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Our grandson was born in our place. Here I have not seen people using cribs. We usually use cradles. For our grandson I had asked my mother to get the cradle in which my brother and I had slept those long ago days. I am not very sure from which metal it is made. We had fixed the cradle to a stand. I think our grandson enjoyed sleeping in it and we loved gazing at him while he slept.

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img-20190420-wa0020Years have passed, he will be six in July and our granddaughter will soon be one and half. Watching them grow is a joy.

#SoCS April 20/19

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!

Away from home (Photo fiction)

Suresh was walking back home after a day’s hard work. There were dark clouds in the sky and he hoped to reach home before it rained. Initially the rains here had troubled him. In his home town it did not rain like it did here. Home was the town of Badami. The lack of rains had created so many problems. There had been no rains for two years. The land was parched. They had to walk for miles to fetch water. Life had become one continuous struggle.

Some of his friends had told him that there was plenty of work in the towns in coastal Karnataka. He did not want to go to big cities. Life was a struggle there too. He was used to open spaces.  He did not mind small towns. He and his family had left the Deccan plateau and descended the western ghats. They had found work in this town. Due to educational and employment opportunities in big cities  the local workers had moved away.

The work he did here  was different from what he was used to back home. Here there were areca and coconut plantations. Every morning he and the others gathered in the town centre. From there the land owner’s  agent would take them to the plantation.
Many more people  had come from his region. They all lived in the same area. It helped because it prevented them from feeling  homesick. Once in three months they went home. There was a night bus which was very convenient. While returning they carried  sacks full of provisions like jowar and ragi and other millets . These were very expensive here.

Life was different and he missed his home. But he was glad because he could send his two children to school.  He wanted them to study and lead a better life. This was his dream. He and his wife prayed daily that this dream would come true.

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My young friend, Meghana, sent this photo to me. It is of workers returning home in the evening. This is near my parents’ home where they lived till 2015. Meghana asked me to write a story. I liked this photo very much.

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