Everyday Moments – (#SOL-2021)


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.

Rain in the evening, the street light adds to atmosphere.

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.

A lighted lamp and some rituals

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!

My parents’ home, with the tiled roof.
My husband and Aravind got drenched in unexpected rain, fortunately they had an umbrella.
our backyard with coconut, mango, jackfruit and other trees

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

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. It is sad that so many people seem to be forgotten and written off by their family. I really like your outlook on the rain. Although it can be a pain when we plan something or it comes expectantly, someone somewhere is counting on it for their livelihood.

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  2. Every two or three weeks I used to visit my mother for an hour or so, in a hospital about 40km away. She did not usually show much sign of recognising me. She was in a ward with about 50 or 60 other old people and the nurse on duty told me that I was more or less the only person who ever paid a visit to their aging parent. I can’t imagine that any of those old people expected such a fate.

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  3. Your photos are so captivating. I admire your always-positive outlook (“rains are important for paddy growers”). I am sorry about the sudden passing of your cousin’s husband; your family is in my thoughts and prayers.

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