Day 29 of the March SOLSC! #SOL21

It is 6.30 and a Sunday morning . My husband and I are sipping hot filter coffee. We love its taste, I like it very hot and my husband not so hot. My paternal grandfather too loved piping hot coffee. He used his towel to hold it and said one should not drink coffee but sip it.  😊

Long back during summer vacations at my maternal grandparents’ home my grandmother made ‘bellada neeru’ in a big vessel. She took water in that vessel, added a little jaggery to it. After the water boiled a little milk was poured into it. It was so refreshing, whenever we wanted a break from our games, we ran to the kitchen to drink it.

My grandfather’s plot of land was at two levels. The house was at the lower level . At the higher level there were plenty of trees and I remember there was big pit . We sat on its edge, played and talked. I don’t remember how many times we ran up and down in a day.

Earlier the way down was steeper.

My mother was the eldest of ten children and my elder brother and I were in the same age group as her sisters. Other cousins too came during vacations and the house was full. Thinking back I wonder how my grandparents managed. My aunts helped in the cooking. The middle room in the house was called ‘kaisaale’. My eldest aunt herded all of us into it after lunch and made sure we rested for some time. We did not want to,  but I suppose the elders needed a little rest 😃. The room was very cool. My grandfather slept on one side, it was his place. There were no cots in those days. We slept on the floor, on cotton mattresses. In the morning we rolled them and piled them near the wall.

As I am writing this I can see my grandfather lying down on the bed. Sometimes when he felt some pain in his legs he would ask my brother or me to stand on his leg. It must have eased the pain. My elder brother and I were his first two grandchildren and we were a part of our grandparents’ lives from when they were in  their forties till their deaths.

My aunts and cousins had summer vacations in April and May. We lived in Delhi and had summer vacations in May and June. There was a huge mango tree in the yard with delicious fruits. In June the rains started. The tree was very tall and it was difficult to pluck the mangoes. But they kept falling when it was windy and all of us would run to pick them. My grandfather loved them. He ate them with his lunch. They were not the sort of mangoes to cut into slices. We had to bite and suck the pulp. It was wonderful. Even now, after all these years I remember the taste with a thrill of satisfaction.  Those days are gone but memories remain. Thank God 😊.

Linda’s prompt in her Stream of consciousness challenge is run.

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. My wife and I are the opposite of you and your husband; I like my coffee hot and Kathy likes hers cool . These memories are wonderful as always. The pictures your words paint and vivid.

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  2. I had to look up jaggery so I could properly imagine your beverage on those hot play-days. I also love this stream of consciousness piece, but then you always write with a lovely, natural feeling flow.

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  3. I enjoy your memories as they bring back memories to me of parts of India. Delhi in summer would be incredibly hot, I’ve only been there a couple of times, I prefer it to Mumbai. Life would have been so different in your grandparents’ days. As a child everything seems so carefree.


  4. Through the magic of stream of consciousness, this blog entry starts with coffee and proceeds to unfold like a complex flower. I enjoyed its free-wheeling ride.

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