Day 27 of the March SOLSC! #SOL21

I am reading a fascinating book called The House of Kanooru by the great Kannada writer, K V Puttappa. He is popularly known as Kuvempu. The book was first published in 1936.
The story is set in Malenadu which covers the western and eastern slopes of the Western ghats. This region is known for its abundant rainfall, flora and fauna.

Some years ago we went to the village of Kuppalli, the writer’s birth place. His house is now a memorial to him. Having seen the house and the beautiful surroundings, I can connect to the story.
The author describes the beauty of the region with its lush forests. This was in the 1930s.  In the introduction written in 1999, the famous playwright, Girish Karnad, writes how the the social structure has changed from those times. He also writes  the dense forests, the animal life, the torrential rains so lovingly described by Kuvempu have also disappeared.
Life has changed so much now.

We have seen so many changes in our small place. The green forests have given way to a concrete jungle. There was a valley to the left of the road climbing up the hill to our town. Some years ago it was filled up and so many trees destroyed, birds and animals rendered homeless, for the sake of a cinema , a hotel and a few shops. We hardly see any customers in these places. Most of us are happy about it, though what has been destroyed cannot come back.

A building is going to come up in the plot behind our house . Work is going on. I have written about it early this month. Rumour is that it is a five star hotel owned by a big Indian brand.
Ours is a small place and we wonder who will come to stay such a place. As it is many of the apartment complexes are empty.  Maybe they are being constructed to launder black money.
There is no end to human greed.

I remember the whistling thrush which whistled every morning near our house. The whistle enthralled me. We have not heard it for a very long time. 

A tragedy is happening.

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. “There is no end to human greed.” How true. The life of that whistling thrush cannot be measured in money.
    The Christian gospels say that “You cannot serve God and mammon.” Mammon means money and wealth.


  2. Knowledge of a setting really helps connection. A building called Centre Point in central London was left empty for decades after being built – for similar reasons of profit.


  3. This is heartbreaking… and not isolated to your particular beauty. So many things I remember from my childhood, open space, gone replaced by any number of things, now abandoned.


  4. This writing is so poignant, clear and simplicity in its exploration of what humans have destroyed. Unwelcome changes. Devastation we might not be able to recoup.
    Thank you for documenting this tragedy.
    And yes, of course, please feel free to share any of my writing with your daughter (or anyone else!) TY for your kind comments.

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  5. Thank you for the introduction to K V Puttappa and his work. I have found the book The House of Kanooru online.

    I am sorry for the loss of birdsong and habitat that is happening to you. We have seen similar things here. Much of the woods and wild spaces I knew as a child back east are gone, small remnants left, but not much of what I remember.

    There is another writer you may like, Edwin Way Teale. He lived near one of my aunts and her husband. He died a long time ago, but left a legacy of beautiful nature writing.

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  6. Building in the name of progress – necessary but devastating to landscape and animals who call the area home. It is wonderful that you got to visit the author’s home. That always gives you a connection to the author. I know I felt that way when I visited the home of Edgar A. Poe.

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  7. Your photos and words powerfully juxtapose what was with what is, plus all the feelings that accompany such change.


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