My weekly Slice of Life are my letters to my Doddamma. She is my father’s elder brother’s wife. Doddamma literally means ‘elder mother’. She is 88 years old. She cannot hear properly if I telephone to talk to her. So, I have been writing letters to her since October 2017. I enjoy writing letters and she is happy to read them. They are only about the everyday moments in my life. I post my letters to her every week.
These are sunny days, the rains have become less but early mornings are cloudy and it rains. Even now when I think of the month of June I wonder about those days- no rains and water scarcity. We were so worried. But days go by.
Last Sunday we went to our village to spend the day with my father-in-law and brother-in-law. My father-in-law is 94 and he lives in his own world but he is able to do his daily activities. For the first time he could not recollect who we were. It was sad. But later he understood. We spent the day with him and returned in the evening.
On the 14th evening we had our book club meeting. We discuss the books we have read in the previous month. It is nice to talk about books and related topics. Once some years ago we all read one book but somehow we did not continue with that. It is interesting that we all enjoy different types of books but some books are enjoyed by all.
On the 11th we were shocked to here that a distant relative had committed suicide by jumping into the river not far from his home. His body has not been found. It is difficult to understand why people give up their lives. They must be in such despair. And those who have gone are gone, but the state of mind of those who are left behind ! It is traumatic when our near ones die due to accidents or due to health reasons. But it must be so difficult to come to terms when they commit suicide.
I have been going to Asare, the home for the mentally challenge, going there is a part of my life. Evening walks too are a nice part of our lives.
There is a Parijatha tree in our yard and it is a pleasure to see the flowers every morning. These flowers bloom at night and fall to ground early morning. They are my favourite flowers. They are simple and beautiful.
I posted my letter to my Doddamma yesterday and I have sent photos of our grandchildren to her. She likes to look at photos.
“If we could see the miracle of a single flower clearly our whole life would change.” Buddha
Nyctanthes arbor-tristis – Wikipedia