#SoCS July 30, 2022

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “wash/awash.” Use one, use both, use ’em any way you like. Bonus points for using both. Enjoy!

Most of us are going to remember 2020 and 2021 for the rest of our lives. In January 2020, we read about the virus and did not think it would affect us in any way. But it did. In March, lockdown was declared and life changed beyond imagination. The whole world was awash with fear, fear of something so small that it could not be seen by the naked eye. Human beings believed this planet was their birth- right, to do what they wanted to her. And a virus brought us to our knees! People were affected physically and mentally. I wonder how other animals were affected?

In December 2020 we ventured away from our town. We went to the beach in Kapu, about fifteen kilometres away. It seemed strange  after being at home for months. On that day, many had the same idea and the place was awash with people 😊. Crowds are not new to us, but we felt uneasy. The beach is beautiful, dotted with huge boulders.  There is a lighthouse on top of one. Now people are not allowed inside it. But there is plenty of space on that wide rock and we get a beautiful view of the sea. The waves were washing other boulders near and far. We remembered my husband’s student. He died by suicide many years ago. We were told he had taken sleeping tablets and had lain on the beach in a secluded corner. His body was washed away into the sea.

My maternal uncle lives near river Kumaradhara. The bridge not far from his home was a sinking one. Trees cut in the hills were floated down the river. They passed over the sinking bridge because the monsoon waters submerged it. Many drivers who did not understand the nature of the river tried to cross the bridge in spite of warnings and were washed away. I wonder what makes people take such decisions.  Maybe they believe nothing will happen to them. It is like those people who take  selfies in places where they should never have stopped to take one. They pay the ultimate price.

My maternal grandfather passed away in 1999. Recently a cousin shared a group photograph and I could not recognize him ☹. I had not seen him in his last months. One day my mother called to tell me that he was very ill. My parents and maternal grandparents lived in the same town. I went there the next day with my children. My grandparents were an important part of my childhood. My elder brother and I spent two months every summer with them. We had great fun with aunts, uncles and cousins.  We did not want the vacations to end because it meant we had to wait a whole year before returning. At my grandfather’s last hour, his children, grandchildren and great grandchildren were all with him. My father was reciting The Geeta and all of us saw my grandfather take his last breath. We knew he was departing but the moment he left all eyes were awash with tears. It was a spontaneous reaction. We could not help it.

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. Due to the pandemic I could not go to the Home for the mentally challenged for two years. I had been going there since 2011. I have started going again. I was happy that some members remembered me :) All of them are an important part of my life. There have been many challenges in life and we have faced them with a positive approach. Our grandson and granddaughter have made our lives richer.

9 comments

    1. I should have finished before I responded. So sorry to hear about your grandfather, yet I’m glad you are so close and not hundreds of miles away like mine were. We too loved the yearly visits for Thanksgiving because it was like a family reunion as well. I never wanted to leave either. Someday I hope to return to my roots in Mississippi for good!

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  1. You have the spirit of family. You love each others through the generations . It’s beautiful.
    The bridge and the shore that you describe recall you a lot of memories . Without forget the darn virus!
    Love ❤
    Michel

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