I have been posting in Slice of Life for four years. I don’t remember when I first came across it . I liked the idea very much because I believe it is the everyday happenings and how we face them, make us what we are.
For two years I edited my letters to my Doddamma and posted them as my weekly Slice of Life. Doddamma literally means ‘elder mother’. She is my father’s elder brother’s wife and my favourite relative. Doddappa (elder father) was a special person too. Once she told me she would enjoy reading letters from me. Moreover she could not hear properly on the phone. So I started writing to her and every week I posted a letter to her. She passed away last October.
Writing to her regularly made me more observant of what was happening around me. We feel that nothing much happens in life, it is just a daily routine, but it is not so. Each day is different.
On the 20th night Doddamma’s son and daughter-in-law came home and stayed the night with us. Someone was coming to stay with us after such a long time. Among other dishes I had made tomato rasam for dinner, my cousin liked it very much. I told him it was his mother’s recipe. He was happy to hear that. Doddamma gave this rasam masala recipe to my mother and she gave it to me. They had come to attend the first death anniversary of their maternal uncle. Last year no one went anywhere.
They left the next morning.
Today we attended the same function in a town about 60 kms from our place. Doddamma is my father-in-law’s cousin. I have known her brothers from early childhood. And after marriage I became a part of their family. We met many of our cousins and other relatives . We were back home by 3.45.
As I am writing two bulbuls came to see if there were any chapati pieces. We keep water for them too. The weather has become very hot. And it will be so till the monsoon season starts in June.