It has been raining since yesterday, as if the rainy season has started again. Yesterday evening we had been to Endpoint for a walk. It was cloudy but we walked on. The moment we reached home it started pouring and it rained for more than an hour. Udaya had come to clean our garden on Sunday, there was a lot of grass. But now due to the rains they will grow again 😊. But rains are important for paddy growers.
On the 23rd we went to Puttur, it is a small town about 100 kms from my place. My parents lived there for about thirty years. Their house and two acres of land are being taken care of by a family who have been living there in a smaller house, adjacent to theirs, for more than ten years. My brother, sister-in-law and mother are there for ten days. We performed my father’s death anniversary in a temple nearby.
My parents’ house is a nice place. We were there for a day and returned on the 24th. On the way back, we collected our clock which we had given for repair in Mangalore. We gave it in March and were leaving our town for the first time after March. Two years ago, we would not even have imagined such a situation!
On the 22nd we were shocked to hear that a cousin’s husband passed away due to heart attack. He was 71 and very fit. He was drinking coffee after breakfast and just collapsed. Life is so uncertain, we can never be sure about what will happen in the next moment. I used to go to Asare, home for the mentally challenged. My friend who is teacher there told me that Radha who lives there passed away on the 25th. She was living there for almost ten years. Her brother and sister-in-law made her a life member and just walked out of her life. Every time Radha saw me she would tell me her brother was coming to take her home the next day. But he never came. He did not even come when she passed away. We used to wonder how people can be so hard hearted. It is not possible to understand human nature. We can never say we know someone well. We are surprised even by our near ones. That is life.
Life — A journey in which the roads never lead to where they profess to do. ~Charles Searle, Look Here!, 1885