Life reflections

#SoCS Nov. 30/19

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “shade.” Use it any way you’d like. Enjoy!

The first thought that came to mind when I read the prompt was, ‘nothing is black and white but different shades of grey’. I have read this so many times in so many contexts and in so many books. Life would be very boring if there were no shades of grey. Other than these shades of grey there are so many sides to people or to things. It all depends on what we look at.

I listen to the lectures on our epics and puranas and Vedas by Bannanje Govindacharya on YouTube. He is a Sanskrit scholar. I am listening to Vishnu Purana. It is said in it that nothing is good or bad, it depends on us, what we see in it and what we take from it. He gave the example of bitter gourd. Some may like and some may not. But the bitter gourd is the bitter gourd. It does not change its character because it is liked or not liked. The lectures are in my language, Kannada and it is difficult to express the thoughts in English😊. I remembered this lecture because it reminded me of those different shades of grey.

Green is my favourite colour. The trees and plants fill me with delight. There are so many different shades of green. It is fascinating. What would life be without greenery? It is difficult to imagine. Years ago I read a science fiction short story in which there are no trees on Earth. The way trees are being cut in the name of development makes me believe that we are going in that direction. It will be tragic if we reach the destination.
This reminds me of the story of the Giving Tree.
(The Giving Tree is an American children’s picture book written and illustrated by Shel Silverstein. First published in 1964 by Harper & Row, it has become one of Silverstein’s best-known titles, and has been translated into numerous languages.)

Life reflections

Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #281 Mess&Intense


Intense upheavals
Nature at her angriest
The world is a mess.

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The cat and the bird

Coco the cat and the bird lived in Tara’s home. She loved both of them but they were always at loggerheads. Tara had brought Coco from the shelter. He had been abandoned by the roadside. The kind owner of the shelter had found him and brought him home. Tara and her mother had gone to the shelter, both loved animals. It was love at first sight for both, Tara and the kitten. A year had gone by. Love and security had changed the kitten beyond recognition. He looked sleek and beautiful. He believed that Tara and her home belonged to him.

One day he received a jolt. Tara’s friend brought her rooster home. She was going away for two weeks and Tara had agreed to look after the bird. Coco did not like this interloper and always looked for an opportunity to swipe at the bird. But the rooster was too clever for him. That left Coco frustrated. But, today both were on the table and there was no one around. The bird had become too complacent. A second was enough to strike the bird. It ran away squawking loudly. Coco disappeared from the scene with speed. He was happy.
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( Photo credit : DeAnna Gossman)


Life Song of the Road

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.


On the 20th afternoon my mother’s youngest brother came home. He had not been feeling too well and was getting very tired. He came for cardiology check-up. My mother is the eldest of ten children. Her two sisters are younger to me 😊On the 21st my husband accompanied my uncle to the hospital. On the 22nd he went for an angiogram. My husband went with him. They came back late in the evening. There were a lot of patients. We waited and it is so difficult to wait. My husband had told us what was happening. At present my uncle has been prescribed medicines. He has to come for a check up nexy month.

Last week many of my husband’s old students had gathered in the college and my husband was happy to meet them. He is a dental surgeon and was a teacher till he retired in January 2017. He has always had very cordial relationship with his students. So many of them are his Facebook friends 😊.

On the 20th we hired a worker for a day to clean our garden. The rains have finally stopped. Though one afternoon we did hear a lot of thunder. It felt so strange as it was so sunny. There was a lot of grass. The garden is looking clean now.

We are going regularly for our evening walks, either to EndPoint or to the lake or to the Syndicate bank training college grounds. One evening my mother and I went to our neighbour’s place after a short walk near our home. We gossiped 😊.

Today afternoon I went to Asare. I make roses from organdie material with others. They are bought by Rotary and other institutions. Life is going there as usual.


Yesterday I made rasam powder. The recipe was given by Doddamma to my mother long back. My mother gave it to me. We get this masala in the market but I prefer to make mine. The ingredients are coriander seeds, red chillies, cumin seeds, fenugreek, black pepper and asafoetida. Spices are a very important part of our daily cooking.

My mother too enjoys writing to Doddamma. She feels there is not much to write but once she starts writing she is surprised there is so much to write :).


A recipe has no soul. You, as the cook, must bring soul to the recipe.
Thomas Keller
(Thomas Keller is an American chef, restaurateur, and cookbook writer)

Life reflections

#SoCS Nov. 23/19


Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “flyer/ad.” Look at the latest ad you got in the mail (if it’s a store flyer, choose the product right in the middle of the page) or choose the next online ad you find, and theme your post on whatever the product is. Do not name the brand if you hate it, unless you add that it’s an opinion/review of the product in question. You don’t want to chance getting sued. Have fun!

I usually ignore most advertisements. Many are so stupid, I wonder who they are trying to fool. But, there are a series of advertisements which have been my favourite for decades. I loved them as a college student and love them as a grandmother😊. These are advertisements of a Cooperative dairy company called AMUL, Anand Milk Union Limited.
This cooperative dairy was started by Dr Verghese Kurien. He made Dairy farming the largest self-sustaining industry in my country. He is known as father of White revolution. I loved his autobiography ‘I too had a Dream’. A dream that became a reality and is still a reality.
Amul started in the 1940s. We have grown up seeing its mascot, the Amul girl in her red polka dotted dress. I loved those advertisements and still do. They are so topical. Many a time I have to search in the internet about the topic shown in the advertisements. They are so apt. They make us smile and make us think and ponder about what is happening at home and far away. I remember the advertisement billboard in front of my college. They always showed Amul advertisements and we loved them.

Some days ago we saw this about the floods in Venice. In December we can see all the advertisements of this year in one page and they tell us all that has happened in this year. I can write so much more about the Amul girl and Amul with its logo, The Taste of India. But I will stop here.

Today evening we ate Amul ice cream 😊.


Life Song of the Road

A Day in the zoo

Kavya enjoyed play school. But she had not liked being separated from her mother in the initial days and had protested before leaving home. The teacher took the children to the playground every day. One day they went to a farm. The children were excited to see black hens in the coop. Kavya touched the soft feathers of the hen. She liked it. Seeing the children enjoying themselves the teacher decided to take them to the zoo in their town.

The children were too small to know what a zoo was. When they reached the place, they were happy to see the animals. The five children walked around, holding hands. The teacher was behind them. It was autumn and the beautiful leaves were lying on the ground waiting to be picked and thrown up in a shower. They walked on. Suddenly they stopped when they saw two strange-looking birds. The little ones were not scared but just surprised by the birds’ big round eyes. The teacher was surprised to see the owls and wondered how they had come out of the enclosure. She looked around and saw the board with slightly faded words, ‘Beware owls in the road’.
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Life reflections

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.


We went to our village yesterday to spend a day with my father-in-law. He is 94 now. When I look at him now I remember how active and energetic he was in his daily life. We change so much as we grow older. He is able to do his daily activities but finds it difficult to connect with people and places. But he loves to listen to music. We returned home in the evening. I think we all pray that we should be physically and mentally active till the end.


So many thoughts about life now and about the future keep coming to mind when I watch the different birds flying about. It is such a pleasure to watch them. We forget all that is happening in the outside world. In the front yard we have three flowering plants, Mandara has cream colour flowers and lambana dark yellow ones. There is a jasmine creeper ( Jaaji mallige)intertwined among the two bushes. We have not trimmed them because we think the Bulbuls have their nest there. The flowers look beautiful. I am not sure what they are called in English 😊.


A Book club friend and her husband are not keep well, they have health problems. This month we are not meeting. I think we will meet only in January now.

My father had worked in Indian railways. He was getting a pension, after he passed away my mother is getting a certain amount every month. Every November she has to go to the bank and to sign a document to show that she is still living 😊. Today morning we went to the bank. My mother likes to talk to people. While waiting I heard her happily talking to another lady. I had prepared for lunch before leaving.

On the 16th afternoon we were surprised to hear thunders. We kept hearing them for quite some time. It was very sunny with not a black cloud in sight. But the thunders kept rolling on. It drizzled for a few minutes. It felt strange listening to the thunders.

We have been going regularly for our evening walks. One evening we went to the park near our temple. We had not been there for quite some time. We saw children returning from school. School life seems like a dream, mine or that of our children 😊. And on the way to EndPoint, we see students playing football and others frisbee. It is good to see this.
And in this way life is going on.


There are only two lasting bequests we can hope to give our children. One of these is roots, the other, wings. – Goethe

Life reflections

#SoCS Nov. 16/19


Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “dream.” Use it as a noun or a verb; use any way you’d like. Enjoy

Our granddaughter completed two years this 10th. When I see her dancing and playing and trying to blow the two candles on the cake baked by our daughter, my thoughts go back to this time in 2017.

I had gone to Germany to help my daughter and family. Our grandson was four years then. I was there from November 8th to January 18th 2018.
Those days seem like a dream now. They were wonderful days with my grandchildren. I was experiencing that kind of cold for the first time. Watching snow falling slowly and gracefully to the ground was heavenly. I had just read about it in books and seen it in movies. I remember one morning looking out of the kitchen window at a fairy -tale like scene. There was snow on the ground and on the bare branches of the tree and the light from two street lights filled me with delight.

Playing in the snow with my grandson was fun. Every afternoon I would go for a walk. I explored the whole town, walking in all directions but I was very careful to walk on one side of the road and return on the same side because I did not want to lose my way. Unlike my hometown there are very, very few people to be seen on the streets there. Leaving the town I would walk on the footpath near the road and walk over a bridge. There were railway tracks beneath . I loved to watch the trains go by. In November I could see the leaves of the trees and green grass by the railway tracks. The whole country side became white in colour when it started snowing. The place looked so beautiful.

It all seems like a beautiful dream now.





Song of the Road

Twittering Tales #162 – 12 November 2019


Twittering tales

The four friends loved music. They had studied at the same music school and had formed a group in the early days. They enjoyed their daily practice.

That day was their first public performance and their music had been appreciated by all.

They had no words to express their joy.

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Life reflections

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 was a very cloudy and we wondered whether it would rain again. It has rained in many other places. This year the monsoon season has been very, very different. God knows what is in store for us next year.

My husband went to his village today morning to be with his father. He opens YouTube in his mobile and my father-in-law enjoys Carnatic classical music.


Our son’s college has been hosting a literature festival since 2017. I have enjoyed them. This year it was on the 9th and 10th and theme of this year’s sessions was creative expressions in the digital world. All the sessions were very interesting and I enjoyed the learning experience. Aravind moderated a panel discussion called manuscripts to ManE-scripts: Rebuilding Resources. It was all about manuscripts and how they can be saved, restored and digitized. A session about Digi-cookery was very interesting.  Food blogs and videos have become so popular. I don’t know how well cookery books sell these days. There were two plays both the evenings but I did not attend. Plays have never interested me 😊.

20191110_092914On the 9th evening there was a wonderful performance. It was visual arts in virtual world. I do not know how to describe what the artist did. He calls this art Cosmic Splash
My husband and mother came for the session too.


I am stitching a salwar kameez for myself. It is going a little slow. Hopefully I will finish it within a week. Last week I made some chutney powder with curry leaves and dry coconut.

Life in Asare, home for the mentally challenged is going on as usual. Some of the staff have gone on leave. But they are managing with temporary staff. Some have to be fed and cleaned and changed. I keep asking myself why some have to suffer so much.

I am reading From the Holy Mountain by William Dalrymple and The Other face. Both books are very interesting. The Other Face by Na Mogasale is a translation from Kannada to English. Earlier I used to read one book at a time but now it is not so 😊.

“I have always imagined that Paradise will be a kind of library.”
― Jorge Luis Borges