Day 3 of the March SOLSC #Sol 21

I have been going to the home for the mentally challenged since 2011. There was a break last year and a few other times too. I started going there again from the third week of February. Life has not really changed for most of the members. It was good going back.

I met Rekha in 2011. She had just come there. I think she had lost her parents,  her brother and family found her a burden. In those early days she was cheerful and knew a lot of songs and enjoyed singing them. As the days passed she wished to see her brother but he was not interested.  She is life time member and he did not want any responsibility.  Whenever I met her she told me her brother was coming to take her home. As the years passed she has withdrawn into herself. One of the trustees of the Home went to her brother and requested him to take Rekha home, atleast for festivals.  He and his wife refused point-blank. We used  to wonder at their attitude. When she so yearns for their company  why cannot they take her home atleast once or twice a year? How can people be so heartless?
Even after all these years she keeps saying her brother will come the next day.
We know it is not right but sometimes we wish the brother and his wife  will be punished in some way .

In contrast there is Renu who can only make sounds. She came here a few years ago. Her mother was recovering from cancer and her father has dementia. Renu is in her thirties. Problems forced her mother to bring her to the Home. The parents live in a city, the mother is a teacher. They live in a close relative’s apartment when they come here to see their daughter. The relative lives abroad. Due to the pandemic classes are online so they have been living here since last March. In spite of all problems Renu’s mother takes her home for a day atleast once a week. Her helplessness has  parted her from her daughter.
There are so many different types of people and human nature never ceases to surprise.

( names changed)

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 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. I did not go there last year. There have been so many changes in our life, we will always remember the year 2020. 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. It is so good of you to spend time with those that not many care about and it’s hard to understand why sometimes their relatives care for them and sometimes they don’t. Human nature can be both compassionate and cruel, unfortunately.

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  2. “the brother and his wife will be punished in some way”….well, the Americans say that “what goes around comes around” and the Buddhists call it karma. Just wait until the brother and his wife need looking after when they are old.

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  3. It breaks my heart to hear Rekha’s story. It is good that you get to visit her. I wish I can do likewise as it is one of the corporal works of mercy for Christians. But more than just fulfilling my duties, I feel for her and people like her.

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  4. This story is so sad. People are not items to be cast aside because they are not what we want in our lives. God bless you and all those who are there showing people that they matter and are cared for.

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  5. Lakshmi, The contrast between these two families is big! I have had family and friends living in Long Term Care and even visiting them means so much. I can’t imagine not visiting or taking my person home once in a while.

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  6. A good friend learned as an adult that she had been adopted to “replace” a daughter who had been placed at birth in a hope for “imbeciles.” They never saw her again, but my friend found her and developed a good relationship with her until the sister’s death. Yes she was slow, but she apparently loved cards and had a great sense of humor.

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  7. Your post struck me in a silent, beautiful way. You’re a lovely human being. Just observant and blatantly honest. I find you refreshing and I find your writing moving. Kudos to you for sharing this and you with the world… karma’s gonna catch that brother and his wife one day. No doubt about it.

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  8. You are so kind to take time off your own schedule to visit those unfortunate people. It is a shame that sometimes their own relatives wash their hands of them. That’s more common in Europe. Our people usually have more compassion. Greetings SAN


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