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.
I posted my letter to my Doddamma yesterday evening. I always remember my paternal grandfather when I put a letter into the post box. We used to exchange letters regularly when he was with my father’s elder brother. Our grandson was fascinated when he posted my letter. I told him I would write to him. In my letter to my Doddamma, I have written a lot more about the activities of our grandchildren and I sent some photos too. She likes photos. They bring alive the moments.
Every year on the day which we call Mahalaya Amavasya, most people here perform certain rituals in honour of their ancestors. We believe that we should remember them. On the 28th we attended this ritual which we call ‘Ashtage’ performed by my husband’s cousin in a hall in the premises of the temple of Lord UmaShiva. The eldest in the family and extended family performs the riuals. My father-in-law is the eldest but he is in no position to perform the rituals. We asked our family priest and he said the next eldest member should take the responsibility. We left home at 8 in the morning and reached the place at 10.30.
I have been feeling like stitching something. So, I took some old materials and stitched covers for a fan and for the extra gas cylinder 😊. It was fun.
I was trying to learn typing in my language, Kannada. The keyboard is in English and there are different combinations to type the Kannada letters. Then, our friend told us to try Google Kannada. We have to type the Kannada word in English and when we enter space, the word appears in Kannada. It is really fascinating.
Life is going on as usual. I don’t write about what is happening in the country and in the world because both of us read newspapers. But I include my Sunday Photo Fiction. She said she enjoys them.
This is one of my favourite quotes from one of my favourite books, Lord of the Rings by J R R Tolkien.
“All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.”