#SoCS August 17/19

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “co-” Find a word that uses “co” as a prefix and use it in your post. Have fun!

The first thought that came to mind when I read the prompt was our Co-operative society.  We have bought our groceries from there since 1982 when we got married.  I think this society was started in the 1960s. Ration card holders get their rice and other items at subsidised rates here. Many years ago we got sugar and rice and wheat here as we were eligible to get them due to our ration card. We stopped getting it as we were no longer eligible to get them.

But we have continued to buy our daily needs from the shop. There is a one to one relationship with the the manager and the assistants there. We stop to talk to them while they pack pur groceries.  And that is missing in malls and other big supermarkets. There is a mall in the next town. We went there just once some years ago. There are two small supermarkets in our place but we hardly go there.

I feel malls are there in all parts of the country and they do good business but the small shops are there only in one place. If people stop giving them business they might have to close down. And this has been happening in many places.  So we have decided to buy our groceries from our Co-operative society.

 

 

 

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The Man (Sunday Photo fiction)

Nisha looked at the prisoner in the dock with a puzzled expression. She was sure she had seen him somewhere. She just could not recollect where she had done so. She was a law student. She and her classmates were in the court observing the proceedings of the case. They had been told to report their observations and how the lawyers had argued for and against the convict.

They knew that he was a serial killer who had killed many women in different parts of the state. This had gone on for more than a year. The police department had followed many leads but had been unsuccessful for months. The man had become more and more confident. He thought the police were fools and that led him to make a very serious mistake. Fortunately, the police noticed it and caught him before he could kill his next victim.

Nisha saw the convict looking at her and realization came with a flash. Last week she had been drinking coffee in small roadside stall and a man sitting nearby had been sketching in his notebook. She now knew that he had intended her to be  his next victim.

(196 words)

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Photo credit : Morguefile

#SoCS August 10/19

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Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “where.” Start your post with the word “where” and write whatever comes to you. Bonus points if you end your post with “where” too. Enjoy!

Where do those black clouds go?’ I wondered as I saw them floating away without a drop of rain falling.

Why do I keep coming back to the subject of rain in my posts? Lack of rains in the beginning and excess rains now has been in our minds right from the first week of June. Then we were worried because the rains had not started on time. Now we are reading about heavy rains and water levels reaching almost to danger level in most of the rivers. Havoc and destruction everywhere near the river sides. Lakhs of people have lost their homes, fields have been submerged and landslides in many places. Where will all the people who have lost their homes go? What will their future be like? It is difficult to imagine. It is raining heavily as I am writing this. In the security of our houses we can enjoy the rain and it does seem unfair that people are suffering so much elsewhere.

Coming back to those dark clouds, looking at them I was reminded of Meghaduta by the great Sanskrit poet, Kalidasa. Meghaduta means the Cloud messenger. A Yaksha ( a nature spirit) who is in exile asks a passing cloud to take a message to his wife who lives in Alaka in Mount Kailasa. The story seems fascinating. I cannot read it in Sanskrit but I have downloaded an English translation and will read it soon.

The working of our mind is so fascinating. One thought leads to another, many a time unrelated but there is a link. Our heart and our mind recognizes that connection. I wonder if that link comes from nowhere or from somewhere.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Meghadūta

Yaksha – Wikipedia
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yaksha

Mount Kailash – Wikipedia
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mount_Kailash

Alaka – Wikipedia
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alaka

https://www.deccanherald.com/state/karnataka-floods-eight-killed-over-2-lakh-evacuated-753308.html

 

The Dancer (Sunday Photo Fiction)

Akash came to the stage with a feeling of apprehension, excitement and sadness. He wanted his grandmother to see him dance but his wish was not to be. A few weeks earlier she had collapsed while dancing.

He had always loved to dance. He remembered those days when he used to sit and watch his grandmother practice every day. As a child he had thought of her as a goddess. She was a famous Bharatnatyam danseuse. His father had not been very happy about his interest in dance and done his best to discourage him. His mother had quietly supported him. His grandmother had been his teacher, his strength. Years passed. She taught him all that she knew and encouraged him to learn different dance forms. His art had taken him to different worlds.
He remembered with a smile the days when he and his classmates danced impromptu in the town square. Many had joined them to dance with abandon.

Today was his great day. He was giving his first solo performance. But his grandmother was not there to see him perform. He was sure that she was watching him and that gave him confidence.
His performance was appreciated.
(199 words)

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Photo credit : Alexis Ortiz

Everyday Moments (#SOL- 2019)

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I first came across the Slice of life some time in 2017 and it has become a very nice part of my life. I like reading the slices by bloggers from different parts of the world. Our everyday moments everywhere are not very different. These moments make our life what it is. I started writing to my Doddamma, my father’s elder brother’s wife in October 2017. She is 88 and is not able to hear properly if I telephone to talk to her. So, I write to her. Both of us enjoy the letters. I post my letter to her to her every week. I edit the letters and post them as Slice of Life every Tuesday.

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It is eleven in the morning and it is dark and pouring along with thunder and lightning. We were missing it. The weather has changed completely. It has started raining since Sunday afternoon. There was very little rain from Wednesday to Sunday. The sky was so blue that we despaired. Dark clouds gathered but drifted away without rains. I used to wonder where they were going and was reminded of Meghaduta by Kalidasa. It is a poem. I have downloaded and am reading it. Meghaduta literally means Cloud messenger.

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On Sunday we went to Maikuri, our village to be with my father-in-law and brother-in-law. While we were there my husband’s cousin and her husband visited. We told my father-in-law that his niece was coming to see him. He just could not connect. When she came and talked to him he remembered her and was feeling sad that he had not remembered her. We left at four and reached home by 6.30. It was raining at all places on our way back.

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Friday evening we had our Book club meeting in our oldest member’s home. He is 92 years and enjoys reading books. We all talked about the books we had read in the previous month. My mother too came. She loves to read. Next meeting we are planning to talk about how we started reading and about the libraries which played an important part in our lives.

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Last week we went to EndPoint for our evening walk. We like going there. It is a pleasure to see birds in the rain-water pond there. End Point is the one of the ends of the hill. Flowering and fruit trees are growing on either side of the road. There are open spaces and play grounds. We see a lot of cows grazing on the grounds. They are there the whole day and go back home in the evenings. A friend told us many stay there for days together. We followed a young bull. When he was near the ground he called out and one of the cows came running towards him and there was a happy reunion😊.

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On the 2nd a close relative and his wife came for lunch. Our relationship goes back to my grandfather’s days. We are like family. They wanted to see my mother and called on Saturday. We asked them to come for lunch. I made foxtail millet payasa for dessert.This uncle had been to Manasasarovara in 2007. He was telling us about his experiences. My elder brother, his wife and a Doddamma’s son had gone there in a group. My younger brother had been there 2017. Manasasarovara and Mount Kailash are very holy places for Indians.

I made two types of chutney powder. One using betel leaves and birds eye chillies called ‘Gandhari menasu’ in Kannada. The other with curry leaves, peanuts and Gandhari menasu. These are added to the basic ingredients of dals, cocum and copra.

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Today is a very, very rainy day and it is a pleasure to listen to the sound of falling rain and blowing wind. But the thought keeps coming to mind that what is pleasure to some is misery to others.

Bird’s eye chili – Wikipedia
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bird’s_eye_chili

Lake Manasarovar – Wikipedia
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lake_Manasarovar

Mount Kailash – Wikipedia
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mount_Kailash

Meghadūta – Wikipedia
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Meghadūta

“Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.”
― Rabindranath Tagore, Stray Birds

#SoCS August 3/19

 

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Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “astronomical.” Use it any way you like. Have fun!

The first thought that came to mind when I read the word astronomical was all those weddings where people spend astronomical sums in a day what many would not even dream of earning in years. I always wonder why people spend so much money. Of course it is their money 😊 they can do what they want with it. But it does seem such a waste.

Then I thought it would be better to check other meanings of the word. It means anything relating to astronomy and some of the synonyms are celestial, planetary and stellar. These meanings brought to mind Chandrayaan- 2, our lunar mission. It was launched on 22nd July and hopefully will land on Moon on September 7th. But something really funny is people have been getting photos of the moon from Chandrayaan in WhatsApp forwards even before it has landed on the moon. People have thought that they were real and have forwarded them!! Fake stories abound and how can one understand which are real and that which are not?

The word stellar, a synonym of astronomical, reminded me of the story Nightfall by Isaac Asimov. It is one of my favourite stories. The story is set in a world which has many suns. The people do not know the meaning of darkness. But once in two thousand years the alignment of the suns is such that darkness comes to that world and the people see stars for the first time. The story is all about what happens next. It is a fascinating story.

Chandrayaan – 2 Update – ISRO
https://www.isro.gov.in/update/14-may-2019/chandrayaan-2-update

Nightfall (Asimov novelette and novel) – Wikipedia
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nightfall_(Asimov_short_story)