Day 21 of the March SOLSC! # SOL21

Yesterday evening we went to Endpoint for a walk. We were lucky to get a seat which is everyone’s favourite 😃. We can see the sun set on the sea and feel the sea breeze. We sat there for quite some time.  It was so peaceful.
There is a mud track on the hill side. We used to walk there a lot because of the shrubs and plants bearing wild edible berries. We love them and have enjoyed pluckingthem every year.
Last year the place was closed.

My husband grew up in a village and knows about many wild berries.  We walked down the hill on that road. On one side we saw flowers in some shrubs and small berries in others. I know their names in Kannada.
We get sour berries called Karande. We cannot eat many because they are very sour. I think children will be able to eat more. I salt them and make pickles.

Kepla

Kepla are red berries,  they are a little bland in taste. The flowers are orange or red in colour. My father-in-law told me that his father loved them. They grew abundantly by the sides of the fields.
Kashi is one of the most venerated places in our country. People believe they are blessed to have been there. As an offering to God they give up their favorite fruit and vegetable. My husband’s grandfather gave up eating kepla.

Left up is Karande, below it are ripe karande, they taste like grapes. Right top Bugari and below it are Kepla

Kuntala are a variety of blueberries. Our tongue becomes purple when we eat a little too many. In those long ago days of childhood, during summer vacations, cousins, aunts and uncles walked on the hills not far from my grandparents’ home plucking and eating them as we wnt along.
We don’t  see small green berries called Choori Hannu these days.

River Swarna flowing towards Arabian sea.

There are a lot of trees bearing fruits called ‘ bugari ‘. They are sweet and sour to taste. A month ago, on the way to Endpoint,  we saw children collecting fruits which had fallen on the ground.  We enjoyed seeing their enjoyment and remembered our days in the campus when there was a bugari tree in our backyard. During the season many children came to pluck the fruits.
I wonder where they are now and do they remember those days?