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 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?

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. A botany lesson! The berries of my childhood forest walks include some we ate: thimbleberries, salmonberries, huckleberries, and blackberries – and some we didn’t; Oregon Grape, salal berries, Fun to think that just remembering berries can bring so much to mind. For you, I wonder what happened to Hannu.

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  2. As kids we would go huckleberry picking with my grandfather. We would end up eating mote than we picked. Of course, we had to watch out for snakes that liked to make their homes in these blueberry patches.

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  3. I notice how the berries come with so many memories- some yours, some your elder’s. I love how you end remembering watching children pick berries on campus and wondering “do they remember those days?” You have such a gentle style of writing, I enjoy reading your pieces.

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  4. Such an unexpected variety of fruit in this spot! Your description reminds me of rare moments when wild raspberries can be discovered where I live — sweet, colorful surprises.

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