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To build a Pyramid (Sunday Photo Fiction)

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Advaith was almost six. He loved to ask questions. And he wanted his parents to answer them. He was fascinated with space, galaxies and black holes. At the same time something earthly interested him. He loved to collect stones. His collection was quite big.

One day he saw a picture of a pyramid. His mother told him such structures were called pyramids. They were made thousands of years ago. All sorts of questions came to his mind. How were those huge stones shaped? How were they placed on top of one another when there were no machines back then? It looked as if there was nothing to hold them together. Why did they not fall down? He wanted the answers immediately.

He and his father went to the local library and borrowed a book about pyramids. Every evening his father read out to him. Advaith was excited and decided to build a small pyramid. He did not know from where he would get the stones or how he would give them the rectangular shape. It was his dream.
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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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The weather and water continue to be the topic of conversation everywhere. Most of us feel that we are lucky that we are getting water at least once a week. We have 6000 litre capacity underground sump and 1000 litre capacity overhead tank. We were supplied water last Wednesday. Hopefully we will get it tomorrow. We have learnt to be very careful and have realised we were actually using more than necessary. We learn as we go along.
We have a jackfruit tree in our backyard. On the 19th night we heard a loud noise, we thought two coconut fronds had fallen at the same time. Yesterday morning we saw that one branch of the jackfruit tree had broken. Maybe the branch was not strong enough to hold the weight of about twenty five jackfruits 😊. Yesterday evening we distributed more than ten. Today I made its curry for lunch.

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Our son has an eye problem called retinitis pigmentosa since birth. When he was in 7th standard, he had to write a public exam and needed a scribe who was in a lower class. My husband’s patient’s granddaughter wrote for him. This was in 1997. Every year since then they have shared with us mangoes from their tree. The patient is no more and this girl’s parents live elsewhere and she too is married and lives in a different country. Her parents have their home here still. Last week their driver came and gave us a bag full of mangoes from their garden. Some relationships are like that. Something connects us.

23rd was an important day. Results of our general elections were being declared. The Bharatiya Janatha Party with Shri Narendra Modi won with absolute majority. Very few thought they would win this way. Now we have to see what happens in the coming five years.
I went to Asare, home for the mentally challenged on Monday and Saturday. One senior resident had not been keeping well and had been admitted to the hospital. His family had come to take him home, he passed away on the way. We were remembering him.

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On the 24th evening we had our book club meeting in one of the members’ home. She and her two sisters are doctors with their nursing home in our place. Their father is a doctor too, he was my husband’s teacher and also my father-in-law’s cousin’s teacher way back in 1857-58. He is now 94 and it was such a pleasure to listen to him talk about a book. He has learnt to use a kindle. We were all listening to him with affection and respect. Later we talked to each other and hoped we would be like him if we reach that age. I think most of us pray for that, to be physically and mentally healthy till the end. My mother enjoyed the meeting. She was coming for the first time.

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Yesterday evening we went to the lake for our evening walk. We met many friends. The breeze and looking at the water is so refreshing. We also enjoyed looking at the clouds. They are fascinating.
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“Just living is not enough… one must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower.” ~Hans Christian Andersen

Bharatiya Janata Party – Wikipedia
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bharatiya_Janata_Party

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This jackfruit carry or ‘Halasinakai Bendi’ as we call it, is a very simple Havyaka recipe. During jackfruit season it’s cooked at home at least a couple of times a week. Unripe fully grown jackfruit is cooked with spiced coconut sauce to create a delicious flavorful curry which goes well with anything from a dosa, chapatti or rice!

 

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#SoCS May 25/19

 

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Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “rhymes with rosy.” Find a word that rhymes with “rosy” or use the word “rosy” and base your post on it. Enjoy!

The picture that came to mind when I read the word ‘rosy’ was that of the lake in our place. It is one of my favourite places. There is a walking track around the lake and we go there regularly. I love to watch the sun set . The colour of the sky and that of the sun, changes with the months. Now the sun rays on the water are golden in colour. Once the rains start they become silver . The colour of the sky too is different at different times. The most magical evening was when the sky became rosy and the water became rosy and the water reflected that colour.  The birds started singing before retiring for the day.

Sunrises and sunsets always remind me of this poem. It is called Salutation to the Dawn. It is supposed to be written by the great poet Kalidasa. But many say it is not written by him. Whoever wrote it, it one of my favourite poems and I salute the poet.

SALUTATION TO THE DAWN
Look to this day:
For it is life, the very life of life.
In its brief course
Lie all the verities and realities of your existence.
The bliss of growth,
The glory of action,
The splendour of achievement
Are but experiences of time.

For yesterday is but a dream
And tomorrow is only a vision;
And today well-lived, makes
Yesterday a dream of happiness
And every tomorrow a vision of hope.
Look well therefore to this day;
Such is the salutation to the ever-new dawn!
Kalidasa

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

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RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #254 Sweet&Heart

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Sweet little sunbirds
Sucking honey from flowers
Touch the heart sweetly.

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A New Life (Sunday Photo Fiction)

Sunday Photo fiction

Ramesh looked at the dark clouds. Once there had been hope but now he was afraid to hope. For two years there had been only dark clouds but no rain. The ground looked parched and the water sources had dried up. Life had become miserable and a bitter struggle for survival. One by one people in that area started migrating to the towns hoping for a better life. The very thought of leaving the open spaces of his village and living in slums in the towns filled Ramesh with great despair. Here they had land. There they would be treated as beggars. Everyday would be a struggle of a different kind.

He and his friends did not want to leave. They decided to do something about the water resources, they had nothing to lose. They got together and started desilting the small lakes. They got help from like minded people in the capital of their state who were clearing the lakes there. They had worked hard for a year and now it seemed as if the Gods were answering their prayers and selfless work. By then most of the villagers gathered near the dry lakes to welcome the rains.

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( Photo credit : Terrie Smeigh)

A New Life (Sunday Photo Fiction)

Bengaluru Techie Single-handedly Revives Lake in 45 Days, Plans to Save 45 More by 2025!

 

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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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Weather and water is the main topic of conversation in most places. The weather is very hot, actually the humidity is very high. We are getting water once a week. We got corporation water on the 16th and hopefully we will get on the 22nd. We are keeping our fingers crossed. We have learnt how to manage water very carefully. It is good that we are doing that. Today morning it rained for more than half an hour. I love the fragrance of rain touching the dry earth (petrichor).

My husband went to our village to be with his father, he will return tomorrow evening. He said it was raining in many places on the way. The plants are happy 😊.

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Last week our son had slipped and twisted his foot a little. The doctor advised him not to walk much. So, we go for our evening walks and he sits to enjoy the breeze. The temple park and the Syndicate bank training college grounds and near the lake our favourite places. We are now not going to Endpoint because there are seats only towards the end. Yesterday we went near the lake, his friend came to give him company. We met friends and there was more talking than walking 😊. The water in the lake has become less. A few years ago it was desilted, the depth in the centre is about hundred feet. Now water does not dry up completely.

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Yesterday my husband attended a cousin’s son’s wedding. He was happy to meet many relatives. These days we meet them mainly at functions. Visiting relatives and staying with them for some days has become history. That is life.

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We have a star apple tree in our front yard. Last year we got some branches cut. Maybe because of the we got very less fruits this year. And no fruits at all in one mango tree. But there are many jack fruits. We use these fruits at every stage of their growing. We cook many dishes and before they become ripe we make dosas with the arils. Raw arils are salted and preserved. But the main problem about cutting the jackfruit is the time that it takes and the gum the sticks everywhere. We apply oil to our hands before cutting.

Last Thursday my mother and I went to our hospital for her eye check-up. He pressure is normal but she will have to have a cataract operation in the near future.
As I am writing this my mother is writing to my doddamma. Both are very close to each other. It is nice to see their relationship. My father and his brother were lucky 😊.

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“Write it in your heart that every day is the best day in the year.”- Emerson

Everyday Moments (# SOL- 2019)

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What changes ?

I have just finished a fascinating book called The First Promise. It is written by Ashapurna Debi and has been translated from Bengali to English by Indira Chowdhury. The story is set in late 18th century and early 19th century. The heroine is Satyabati and she is not like other women of her time. The author has beautifully depicted life in rural Bengal and in Calcutta. The lives of women have changed a lot but their emotions, their needs and desires are still the same. Even now not all women are free to fulfil their dreams.

The other day we read in the newspaper about a man damaging the voting machine because his mother did not vote for the candidate he had told her to vote for! One wonders if two hundred years have passed since the days of the story.

This somehow reminded me of a couple we used to see some evenings. Walking past their house I would see the old man in a wheel chair and his wife reading aloud to him. I had not seen the gentleman in his younger days but I had heard that he had been a different person during his youth. He had taken his wife for granted and had cheated on her. There is this arrogance in that period of life when many do not think about old age, about the time when they would be dependent on others. Old age seems far away and it is as if it happens to others. On the other hand, I read in the paper about grandparents forcing their minor granddaughter to marry a middle-aged man who had raped her. How could they do that? Do people really change with the time? Two hundred years ago girls were married off very young. Not much has changed.

Not hundreds but thousands of years ago life was the same. I was listening to the story of Lord Krishna narrated by Shri Bannanje Govindacharya. Narkasura had imprisoned hundreds of young girls. Krishna helped free them. He asks those girls to return to their families. The girls reply that they would prefer to remain in the prison because society would never accept them. They would forever be labelled as girls who had been in Narakasura’s prison and would be looked upon with suspicion.

It is sad but even now it is the same and very few have the courage to stand against the dictates of society. I often wonder who are these people who think they have the right to pass judgements. I have asked some friends about this but they have no definite names. They are ‘people’, nameless and faceless. And it scary how they are able to control people, through the ages.

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

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

Bannanje Govindacharya – Wikipedia
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bannanje_Govindacharya

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RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #253 Slip&Tip

 

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“The tip had a slip
The earth’s rising temperature
Sad, looked the iceberg.

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#SoCS May 18/19

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “adverb.” Start your post with any adverb and just run with it. Have fun!

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Slowly we sucked and absorbed the juice of the wild mangoes at our table. These mangoes grow in our village in the yard of our house. This tree is a grafted one. The original is in a field a little away. Three generations of children have enjoyed the fruits of the original tree. My husband does not know if it was planted or whether it came up on its own. Some bird or animal must have got the seed to that field. About fifteen years ago it showed signs of dying and a relative grafted its branch with the mango tree in the front yard. The tree is very tall now and we get fruits every year during this time. The taste is just like that of the original. This mango is called ‘sakkare maavinahannu’ in Kannada which literally means ‘sugar mango’.

My husband grew up in a joint family. During summer vacations there were a lot of people in the house. The grandchildren used to come home to spend the summer vacations. And it was mango season too. The children used to regain their energy sucking the wild mangoes and eating other varieties too. Even now, when the cousins who are now grandparents meet, talk about those carefree childhood days when playing and eating was all that they thought about. Vacations were meant only for that. When I see children of today I feel they have no free time. It is school and tuitions and summer camps during vacations, always learning and doing something. Maybe they do not feel so. They must be having fun. I do not know.

Our children too used to spend summer vacations with my parents or with my father-in-law in the village. My mother-in-law passed away at young age in 1980, before our marriage. Our children  used to enjoy these mangoes. And my father-in-law used to enjoy looking at them slowly savouring the taste of sugar mangoes. They were from the original tree.

There are many varieties of wild mangoes but most of them are sweet and sour in taste. Some are just sweet. These we eat raw, the others we use to make some dishes. In these dishes the sour taste is necessary. In a way they teach us a lot. What would life be like if there were no differences? I am sure it would be boring or maybe we would accept the sameness not knowing that there are differences in life too. This thought came to mind because I am reading Sophie’s World by Jostein Gaarder. 😊

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#SoCS May 18/19

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The Outside World

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Kavya was born when the days were short and cold. That did not make any difference to her. Her world was her home, safe and secure in her mother’s arms. Months passed. With the coming of spring the world become bright and colourful. The outside world was now becoming part of hers. It was an exciting world. The tree with fluttering leaves fascinated her. So did the grass under her feet. She wanted to touch everything. She and her brother loved to play in the park. The beautiful wild flowers were waiting to be plucked. She got angry when her brother stopped her from plucking tulips. Every small thing filled her with joy. She loved to run after butterflies. Once the family went to a farm near the hills for a vacation. Kavya and her brother loved to watch the animals, the rooster fascinated them. One day they were exploring and saw a beautiful red carpet under a cherry tree. They were delighted and ran forward to find that it was a carpet of petals. Surely there could be nothing more beautiful than it!

Childhood is filled with such simple joys. Children teach adults to appreciate them once more.

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