#SoCS Nov. 28/2020

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “opt.” Use it as a word or find a word with “opt” in it and base your post on that. Have fun!

Life is filled with options . We have to choose. Some decisions are made consciously and others , we are not even aware that we are making decisions. We just act. At that moment we believe our decision to be the right one. It is only much later that we come to know whether they were right or not. Many a time we are given a second chance but some times we have to deal with what we have opted for. I believe we have only two options when life deals us a problem, either run away or face it. For me, running away is not at all an option and when there is no choice it is better to deal with problem positively. Life becomes easier.

Writing about options, I remember this incident which happened in 1965. My mother  recalled with a smile the scene very vividly, even after decades.  That year my parents decided to go to Darjeeling for a holiday with their two small children. My father was posted in Calcutta.

Long ago days, by the riverside, Calcutta 🙂

In those days there was no railway bridge across the river Ganga. When the river enters Bengal, it splits into two, the Hugli and the Padma. Just before the breakup, a barrage was constructed- Farakka barrage. The train stopped to the south of the barrage and the passengers  crossed the river in a steamer and then boarded a meter gauge train on the other side. That day they reached the place quite late in the evening.

Those were the days of trunks and holdalls, no suitcases 😊. The porter was rushing ahead with the luggage and my father rushed after him. My mother followed with two of us.  At one place, some people went to one side and others to another. My father was nowhere to be seen! There were two steamers by the bank. My mother was faced with two options, either to follow the ladies who been in their compartment or walk on. She opted to walk behind them and climbed up the waiting steamer.

To her dismay my father was not to be seen, she immediately climbed down. And there was my father coming towards them with an anxious face. The porter had not slowed down and he was worried about the luggage. Reaching the correct steamer my father turned around thinking his wife and children were behind him. Not seeing them he rushed back the way he had come and soon saw them. That was a happy reunion 😊.

The steamer on which my mother had gone left soon.

An exciting start to a trip 😊.

Farakka Barrage – 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. Twice a week I used to go to a home for the mentally challenged . But I have not gone there since March 2020. I will start going there again but I do not know when. 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. What a challenging moment for the whole family. It reminded me of a time my grandson, then 2, hopped off an elevator before us just as the doors closed. There was no way to open them and we had to wait until the car went all the way to the top and then back down again. The doors opened. There he stood, crying, being comforted by doorman yelling “you left me.”

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    1. Oh my God. My brother and I were very small and we going up and down in the elevator. This was in the 60s . Once it stopped between two floors and my mother told us about all the drama that happened before we could get out 😄. After that I don’t think we ever played in the elevator.

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      1. I am glad you were ok. The elevator at my college was forever getting stuck between floors. Once I had to calm a panicked student for an hour before the repair man got there. She wasn’t at risk, but she sure thought she was.

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