#SoCS Oct. 19/19


Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “oh.” Use it as a word or find a word that starts with “oh.” Bonus points if you start and end with “oh.” Enjoy!

‘Oh’ was what our granddaughter used to say when she did not like something or when she wanted something and she did not get it. ‘Oh’ was expressed in different tones and inflexions. Our daughter, son-in-law and children were with us for three weeks in August. We loved our granddaughter’s use of the word ‘oh’ 😊. We too started using it and she would smile when we said it. We had a wonderful time with the children and when they left, we missed them a lot. Life goes on and we came back to our own routine. We talk to them almost daily by WhatsApp video call.

Technology has changed our lives so much. Long back when people went to other countries letter writing was the means of keeping in touch. But it used to take so long. Telephone conversations were too expensive. But now it is not so. If we want to, we can keep in touch with our near ones. Earlier we used to visit people a lot and stay with them for some time. But now it is not so. We meet our relatives at some social or religious function. WhatsApp and Facebook have helped us to be in some contact with our relatives and friends. In their own ways they are a cohesive force. I feel something is better than nothing. In many ways I cannot agree when people say, ‘Oh, life was so much better in the past.’ Many a time we tend to look back through rose coloured spectacles😊.



Others (Sunday Photo fiction)

Meera looked around the crowded lounge. There were people from different parts of the country in that space. She was an anonymous being here. She felt safe from prying eyes.
Prying eyes were what she had experienced in the small town she hailed from. Everyone knew what was happening in the lives of all their neighbours. There was no privacy. She had not thought so while in school. She was busy with studies and friends. Life revolved around school and home.

Slowly her way of looking at the world changed. She was not sure when that had started happening. What she had earlier thought of as concern for each other’s well being now appeared to be interference. Most people expressed their opinions even if they were not asked to do so. People wanted to control others, and everyone seemed to worry about what others would think. She was unable to understand who those others were. They were formless and nameless but appeared to have power. She wanted to escape.

Fortunately, she got admission in the college where she wanted to continue her studies. She was now on her way to that city to start a new life with new friends.

(200 words)


Photo Credit : Barb Crews

Everyday moments (#SOL- 2019) 31


My weekly Slice of Life are my letters to my Doddamma. She is my father’s elder brother’s wife. Doddamma literally means ‘elder mother’. She is 88 years old. She cannot hear properly if I telephone to talk to her. So, I have been writing letters to her since October 2017. I enjoy writing letters and she is happy to read them. They are only about the everyday moments in my life. I post my letters to her every week.


The festival of Navaratri is being celebrated all over the country. There are many temples to Goddess Durga in her various forms in and around our town. Yesterday evening we went to the temple of Kamakshi Devi, from there to the temple of Indrani. This temple is on a hillock. And from there we went to the temple of Sri Mahishamardini. These are small temples and I like the atmosphere there. The fragrance and the singing of devotional songs by devotees touches the heart.

I listen to the lectures on Brihadaranyaka Upanishad by Bannanje Govindacarya. He is a great Sanskrit scholar. I have my father’s book, a commentary on this Upanishad by Shankaracharya. But it is a little difficult to understand it. So, I thought it would be better to listen to the lectures first.

Sunday, we went to our village to spend the day with my father-in-law. This time he recognised us immediately but something seemed to be bothering him. He was not able to express himself and we could understand what was bothering him. At such moments I think about all the changes that happen to us as we grow older. My father-in-law has always loved Carnatic classical music. I logged into YouTube and he was so happy to listen to the music. I had to take his photo because his expression was so nice 😊. We returned home in the evening.


Some time ago I had made tomato chutney pickles and it became very spicy. I had used green chillies and they were really explosive. So, I added more tomatoes, cooked everything together and the chutney became less hot 😊.

I finished a delightful book called Unheard Sound flows on by Mahalinga Bhat K. The writer wrote in Tulu, a language spoken by people in this part of my state. It was translated to English recently. I liked the book so much because I could relate to the people in the book, the places and the incidents. My paternal grandfather had written his memoirs and this book reminded of his life and life in those days. Life has changed a lot but I always wonder that human needs and desires remain the same. That is life.


‘There is a certain relief in change.’ Washington Irving
Navaratri – Wikipedia


Kadiyali Mahishamardini Temple




#SoCS Oct. 5/19


Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “-tast-.” Find a word that contains “tast” and use it in your post. Enjoy!

‘Tast’ brought the word taste to mind and that word brought our grandson’s face, when he first tasted jaggery syrup, to mind. I always have a bottle of jaggery syrup ready. We like to eat it with dosas and idlis. We have to add water to jaggery and boil it to one thread consistency. He said yummy when he tasted it and after that every day jaggery syrup was as important as the dosa😊.

Last week I made tomato chutney pickles and it turned out to be so spicy that we were burning after eating it. The green chillies were very hot. Today I cooked about six tomatoes, ground them and added to the chutney and cooked it. Now the taste is correct. Next time I have to be more careful😊.

Taste reminds me of bitter gourd and my father telling me that we should learn to like the vegetable. But it is so bitter. He used to say that in life we should learn accept the bitter, the sweet and the sour. But it took me quite some time to appreciate bitter gourd. Now it is one of my favourite vegetables. We prepare many dishes from it. Many people put the chopped pieces in a bowl of water with salt and turmeric powder to remove the bitterness. I find that puzzling because what is the point in removing the special taste of a vegetable? What remains if we remove its taste? Why eat that vegetable? It is funny what people do😊.
Taste is not only about food, it is so much more. Our taste in books or in music or in what we appreciate or we do not, depends a lot on our inherent nature and also to external influences. We can cultivate a taste for something but it will truly be a part of our lives if that taste is deep within us.




Reflections (Sunday Photo Fiction)

Leena gazed at the beautiful scene in front of her. Its serene aspect affected her deeply. She realized that she could never be at peace unless she learnt to accept that every stage in life was different. The present was more important than anything else. She had to learn to live in the now. No one could hold on to time.

Her mirror had been her greatest friend. It told her how beautiful she was. She did not want to grow old. That was her greatest fear. She did everything possible to look younger than her age. She had succeeded too. People admired her for it.

In spite of all that there was no peace of mind. The terror of growing old haunted her. But her body was growing old from inside. She could do nothing to stop that. She thought that a change of scene would help her.

The mirrored scene helped her to reflect. In one moment life changed. She accepted her fear and her aging body. Then she knew that she was free.
(176 words)

Photo credit : P Allman

Everyday Moments (# SOL- 2019 )


My weekly Slice of Life are my letters to my Doddamma. She is my father’s elder brother’s wife. Doddamma literally means ‘elder mother’. She is 88 years old. She cannot hear properly if I telephone to talk to her. So, I have been writing letters to her since October 2017. I enjoy writing letters and she is happy to read them. They are only about the everyday moments in my life. I post my letters to her every week.


I posted my letter to my Doddamma yesterday evening. I always remember my paternal grandfather when I put a letter into the post box. We used to exchange letters regularly when he was with my father’s elder brother. Our grandson was fascinated when he posted my letter. I told him I would write to him. In my letter to my Doddamma, I have written a lot more about the activities of our grandchildren and I sent some photos too. She likes photos. They bring alive the moments.

Every year on the day which we call Mahalaya Amavasya, most people here perform certain rituals in honour of their ancestors. We believe that we should remember them. On the 28th we attended this ritual which we call ‘Ashtage’ performed by my husband’s cousin in a hall in the premises of the temple of Lord UmaShiva. The eldest in the family and extended family performs the riuals. My father-in-law is the eldest but he is in no position to perform the rituals. We asked our family priest and he said the next eldest member should take the responsibility. We left home at 8 in the morning and reached the place at 10.30.



I have been feeling like stitching something. So, I took some old materials and stitched covers for a fan and for the extra gas cylinder 😊. It was fun.

20190919_095604I was trying to learn typing in my language, Kannada. The keyboard is in English and there are different combinations to type the Kannada letters. Then, our friend told us to try Google Kannada. We have to type the Kannada word in English and when we enter space, the word appears in Kannada. It is really fascinating.

Life is going on as usual. I don’t write about what is happening in the country and in the world because both of us read newspapers. But I include my Sunday Photo Fiction. She said she enjoys them.


Mahalaya Amavasya 2019 Date, Significance | Pitru Paksha Importance, Rituals


This is one of my favourite quotes from one of my favourite books, Lord of the Rings by J R R Tolkien.

“All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.”