Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “open book, point, write.” Pick up the closest book to you when you sit down to write your post. Close your eyes, open the book, and place your finger on the page. Whatever word or phrase your finger lands on, write about it. Enjoy!
Yesterday I was reading My Dear Aunt Flora by Elizabeth Cadell. I closed my eyes and placed my finger on the page. I was surprised to find that I had placed my finger on the word visits because we are visiting our relatives tomorrow.
We are going to a small hill station called Madikeri in the Western Ghats. It will take us about four and half hours to reach the place. My father’s maternal uncle’s family live there in a very old and beautiful house. My father was born in a house adjacent to this house in 1931. His mother’s parents lived there. My grandmother passed away when my father was only twelve. But my grandfather did not lose contact with her parents and other relatives. My father, his elder brother and two elder sisters visited their grandparents’ home during vacations.
We too used to visit during summer vacations. We lived in different parts of the country as my father was working in Indian Railways. But every summer vacation of two months was spent with our maternal grandparents. We used to visit many of our relatives and a visit to Madikeri was a must. My father’s maternal uncle had two children, a son and a daughter. Unfortunately, his son passed away when he was not even twenty. Then a daughter was born. She is my father’s cousin but just one year older to me. We have always been good friends, during childhood and even now. We went to Madikeri two years ago. WhatsApp has helped us to keep in touch and even before that, though we could not meet very often the connection has remained. It happens like that with some people. Something holds us together.