Day 24 of the March SOLSC! #SOL21

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.

I love clouds 😊

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.

one of the entrances to our town

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.

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 used to 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. Covid-19 has made it difficult for me to go there regularly. Hopefully I will be able to go there again. 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. Lakshmi, I am so glad you have continued your observing and sharing from your slices of life, after the passing of your Doddamma. You have a peaceful, gentle style of sharing what you see and experience. I love to see the images through your eyes. The bulbul is Bahrain’s national bird, so I enjoyed seeing them at your place.

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  2. Have you thought of getting all your letters to your doddama edited and revised and then printed as a book? Namasté.

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  3. “Each day is different.” This is so true. Each day we wake up we are met with new beauty and challenges that only that day will hold. Each memory we make is one to be cherished.

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  4. I love how you used writing letters as a way to be more present in life This is such a powerful way to think about topic generation and living an observant life. The many connections you shared were beautiful. I agree with the responder who suggested collecting them and publishing them. Thank you for sharing.

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  5. This part is wisdom I’m carrying away with me, drawn from your experience: “Writing…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.”

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  6. Isn’t it wonderful that the birds know to come around for scraps? We seem to have the same effect on the birds around our home. If the feeders are empty for a few days it only seems to take a little while before they all return after I fill them.

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  7. I agree – our daily life is what makes us who we are. I’ve always enjoyed your Slice of Life posts. It is always so interesting to see how on the surface things can appear so different but if you scratch beneath the surface even just a little, there is so much that is the same.

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