Everyday Moments- ( #SOL- 2020) 


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. Since last week I am sending my letters by e mail to my cousin’s wife. She is reading them to my Doddamma. We are at home and cannot go to the post office to post the letters.


I am not writing about the pandemic in my letters to my doddamma but only about what is happening in our lives. In spite of being indoors all the time, I find there is plenty to write😊.

Today we read in the papers that asymptomatic conditions in people is worrying the medical world here. People are infected but they do not have any of the symptoms!! And the virus is having different effects on different people, there is no hard and fast rule about how people will react. Just thinking of countless people suffering all over the world makes us question so many things. It is not only the poor who are suffering, there are so many suffering mentally. Today we read about a man killing his differently abled son who was not ready to wear a mask. That man’s wife has been bedridden for years. He was not well off. He surrendered to the police. I wonder what will happen to his wife. Then we read about politicians playing politics while distributing food to the poor. One wonders about such people !  All over the world there are such politicians. A pizza delivery boy did not know he had the virus and when he was tested positive, more than seventy two families went into quarantine. The list goes on.

But fortunately, there are so many silver linings in today’s world. They give us hope.

Helpusgreen is an association that is making incense sticks from old flowers in temples and mosques. They are asking farmers who are growing flowers not to destroy them due to lack of market but dry and store them. They will be bought later.

The government has arranged for trucks for the farmers to transport their produce. And there are so many people everywhere who are helping the needy and other animals in distress. One person said, ‘what is the point of him being healthy if he cannot go out and help those in distress.’ And life goes on.

Coming back to everyday life, I saw tree pies coming in the afternoons to eat the pieces of chapati. They are coming after a long time. A peasant crow keeps hopping about in our garden.


On Saturday evening we had a book club meeting on Zoom. We were seeing other after quite some time. We enjoyed ourselves. Our neighbour gave us ripe jackfruit from her garden. They were very sweet. Another neighbour gave us wild mangoes. This season we are not seeing many mangoes. These cannot be sliced but have to be sucked. I like to make rasam with them. I love this dish.


I completed stitching the salwar kameez for myself. I had started it a few weeks ago. I got the material from Amritsar. I love stitching my clothes. There is something so satisfying about creating something. The weather has become very hot. The room where I have kept my machine faces west. These days I can stitch only in the mornings. In the afternoons there is sunlight streaming into the room and it becomes too hot for comfort.

We are waiting for the monsoons. Last year it started in July, a month late. Then we thought nothing could be worse than delayed rain and this year showed us how wrong we were in our thinking ☹.

We are watering our plants on alternate days and walking every day in our garden. These everyday moments give us hope.

Birds chirping in the trees:  the happy sound of freedom.

          ~Terri Guillemets, “Cageless,” 1994




( wild flowers in our yard )

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. Due to the pandemic I could not go to the Home for the mentally challenged for two years. I had been going there since 2011. I have started going again. I was happy that some members remembered me :) All of them are an important part of my life. There have been many challenges in life and we have faced them with a positive approach. Our grandson and granddaughter have made our lives richer.


  1. I think that it is wonderful that you are focusing on positive things. At times like these it is so easy to dwell on the bad that is happening that we forget that despite these thing there is still much good happening an there are things that can bring us joy. Stay safe.

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  2. This is such a wonderful mix of topics, a recipe for a sweet and savory post. I was heading to look up “rasam” and there it was, so kindly linked at the end. I also appreciate the optimism in helpusgreen as I watched the NewsHour last night to see farmers plowing lush fields full of ripe lettuce and beans back into the ground. Today’s poem delivered to my inbox is from an Italian poet that I only recently learned about, Eugenio Montale: Your post reminded me of him:

    from “Cuttlefish Bones”
    Bring me the sunflower, let me plant it
    in my field parched by the salt sea wind,
    and let it show the blue reflecting sky
    the yearning of its yellow face all day.

    Dark things tend to brightness, bodies
    die out in a flood of colors,
    colors in music. So disappearing is
    the destiny of destinies.

    Bring me the plant that leads the way
    to where blond transparencies
    rise, and life as essence turns to haze;
    bring me the sunflower crazed with light.

    translated by Jonathan Galassi
    What do you think? Enjoy today’s garden walk.


  3. Really interesting entry. I love the idea of making one’s own clothes even though I haven’t the slightest idea how to do it. I, myself, can’t even mend anything or even sew a button back on a shirt.

    What a contrast of stories both good and bad. I feel like the pandemic just amplifies everyone’s nature. The good natured turn so good. And the bad ones get worse. I’m encouraged that mostly I’m hearing about good stories though some of the bad ones, particularly lately in Canada are pretty bad.

    Take care – and be well.

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  4. This is an absolutely beautiful slice, and I so love and appreciate that you are using it as a way of sharing with your Doddama. You bring in such a careful balance between the ordinary in life, situated right in the middle of an upside-down world. Thank you!

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  5. I really like the idea of saving flowers for later.
    In the unit next to me is an Indian couple. They are probably in their fifties. I needed to prune my lime tree and there were many small unripe limes. I gave them to her and her son said she would pickle them. She is very shy and does not speak English so I haven’t been able to ask her for the recipe. Google doesn’t help because there are too many.


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