Everyday Moments (#SOL-2019)

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.

Today afternoon I went to Asare, home for the mentally challenged. I go there thrice a week. My friend and her husband started the institution as their daughter has Downs syndrome. Then our university joined hands and the institution is managed jointly. My friend’s parents were married for seventy years. Their son and family live with them. Her mother passed away on the 19th. She was 85. My friend is worried about her father who is 95. He is surrounded by a loving family but he will feel lonely.

I finished reading a fascinating book called The Gun Island by Amitav Ghosh. I have decided to take a small break from books. We speak Kannada at home and I am learning to type in Kannada. The keyboard is in English and each letter stands for a Kannada letter and there are combination of letters. It is complicated but interesting 😊.


I was reading about the beginning of fall in one of the slices. Here we do not have that season. After the rains stop summer starts but the weather becomes really hot from March. This is the second day without rains and people are worried that it might stop, it happened last year. We have to be prepared for water scarcity next year. But, at present the weather is nice, lots of flowers are blooming. Early morning when I go to the verandah I feel the fragrance of ‘sampige’ from our neighbour’s garden, parijatha and ‘country roses’ in our garden . They are small in size and hardier than the hybrid ones.


I made chutney powder with barley and two types of dal and red chillies. This time I did not add dry coconut. It has become a little too spicy But I don’t make too much at a time. I make little so that it finishes soon and I can make something fresh.
One afternoon we went out for lunch. It was after a long time. The food was good. There are many eating places in our place. Ours is a University town and a large student population. Earlier there were not so many places to eat. Sometimes I wonder if all of them do good business.

Every evening we try to go for a walk. We meet acquaintances and stop to exchange greetings. But on Wednesdays two of my neighbours and I meet, sit and talk. Otherwise we never get to talk to each other and time passes. Soon October will begin and before we realise the year will end.

“Time and words can’t be recalled, even if it was only yesterday.” Yiddish Proverb

Kannada – Wikipedia

Sampige Magnolia champaca – Wikipedia



By Lakshmi Bhat

I am a person who believes there is not enough darkness in the world to extinguish the light of a small candle. We live in a small place in South India. I love reading, blogging, stitching, traveling, photography, listening to people and many other things which make life so very nice and interesting. Blogging is a fun experience, it has brought me into contact with people in different parts of the world and it is good to read about their everyday life. In spite of the differences there is a sameness which is fascinating. I have learnt and am learning something everyday. I have learnt to write haikus. I enjoy combining the thought and the number of syllables. I have always read books and I was happy to write short fiction. I had thought I would not be able to do so. Stream of Consciousness and photo challenges are fun too. Yes, there is so much in life that is sad and that hurts us. Many a time I wonder why life is so unfair to so many. We all have problems in life but the problems of many seems unbearable. This makes me feel so helpless. It is not possible to help everyone but we can do our bit, we can do something to help some in whatever way we can. I used to go to the Home for the Mentally challenged in our campus twice a week. I have been going there since 2011. The members are an important part of my life. Covid-19 has made it difficult for me to go there regularly. Hopefully I will be able to go there again. There have been many challenges in life and we have faced them with a positive approach. Our grandson and granddaughter have made life so much more richer.


  1. Do you know the Persian equivalent of the Yiddish proverb. My maternal grandmother was very attracted by it:

    “The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on:
    nor all thy Piety nor Wit.
    Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
    Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.”

    That was by Omar Khayyám whose “Rubáiyát” was very fashionable in her youth in the 1920s.

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