#SOL-2024

Day-to-day Life

2-01-2024

It does feel strange to write 2024 😊. Almost quarter of a century!

I have been going to Asare twice a week. For the people who live there, the changing years are no different. Life goes on as it does for us too, but with a lot of difference. One girl has a lot of behaviour problems. It is difficult to manage her. Without provocation she hits out at others. And many of them are not verbal. I don’t how long she will stay there.

At the coconut trader’s shop

A few days ago we had got coconuts plucked. We have ten coconut trees.  Raghavendra came to remove the husks. The standard rate is Rs1.50 per coconut. We sold the de-husked coconuts and got Rs 31 per kg. The price keeps varying and we felt it was good rate. We have kept aside 100 coconuts with the husk for our use. Nagesh will come to pluck coconuts in April or May.

We have a Chikkoo tree in our back yard. My husband plucked quite a few. They ripen after a few days and are very tasty. I made ice cream too 😊.

On the 29^th we attended the thread ceremony of a friend’s grandson. All our religious functions are conducted at an auspicious time (Muhuruta) according to the Hindu calendar and not the Gregorian one. This is decided by the family priests. The muhuruta was at 9AM. My husband and I went together. I returned home at 11. I did not want to leave my mother alone for long. My husband came back after lunch.

That same evening we went with Aravind to attend the Old Student’s Day of his and Gayatri’s High School. Their school was celebrating its 75^th year. There were a lot of people making speeches! I wonder why most people do not know when to stop. I think they love to hear their voices 😊. We were there till 7.30. We were told the speeches went on till 9. Gayatri was to receive a memento as she was the topper in 10^th grade. I went to the school today morning to collect it.

My one word is Acceptance. It is important to accept people as they are and not judge them.

On the 31^st evening we to the temple of Goddess Mahishmardini. It is one of our favourite places. We go once a month. It is a small and peaceful temple. Violence and wars seem far away.  

I am listening to a historical fiction in Kannada, Tejo Tungabhadra, and the story takes place between 1492 and 1518. Battles and violence were everyday occurrences and after hundreds of years they are still going on ☹. The tragedy of human life.