Away from home (Photo fiction)

Suresh was walking back home after a day’s hard work. There were dark clouds in the sky and he hoped to reach home before it rained. Initially the rains here had troubled him. In his home town it did not rain like it did here. Home was the town of Badami. The lack of rains had created so many problems. There had been no rains for two years. The land was parched. They had to walk for miles to fetch water. Life had become one continuous struggle.

Some of his friends had told him that that there was plenty of work in the towns in coastal Karnataka. He did not want to go to big cities. Life was a struggle there too. He was used to open spaces.  He did not mind small towns. He and his family had left the Deccan plateau and descended the western ghats. They had found work in this town. Due to educational and employment opportunities in big cities  the local workers had moved away.

The work he did here  was different from what he was used to back home. Here there were betelnut and coconut plantations. Every morning he and the others gathered in the town centre. From there the land owner’s  agent would take them to the plantation.
Many more people  had come from his region. They all lived in the same area. It helped because it prevented them from feeling  homesick. Once in three months they went home. There was a night bus which was very convenient. While returning they carried  sacks full of provisions like jowar and ragi and other millets . These were very expensive here.

Life was different and he missed his home. But he was glad because he could send his two children to school.  He wanted them to study and lead a better life. This was his dream. He and his wife prayed daily that this dream would come true.

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My young friend, Meghana, sent this photo to me. It is of workers returning home in the evening. This is near my parents’ home where they lived till 2015. Meghana asked me to write a story. I liked this photo very much.

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Waiting

Recently I read about ‘waiting’ in two posts by my blogger friends. I have been thinking a lot about ‘waiting’. We wait for something good to happen and many wait for something bad. They are sure that life can only be unpleasant. It is a pity. But I believe people hope for the best. They wait for better days.

The general elections (elections to send representative to the parliament of the country) are underway here. We will be voting this 18th. And we will all be waiting for the results. Politicians make a lot of false promises. But they know, and we too know, that those promises will not be kept. But we have to vote. Those candidates will be waiting for the results. Winning will make a lot of difference in their lives. I am not sure whether it will make any difference to the lives of the people. It is really sad that we are forced to be cynical about these ‘leaders’ that we have to choose. But that is life.

We were in the hospital from the fifth to ninth of this month. That world is one where a lot of waiting happens. People are waiting for their loved ones to recover and others are waiting for an end to happen. It is an emotionally charged world. It makes us realise how important good health is. We have to do our best to be healthy but sometimes things are not in our hands. A young husband was telling me how his wife had tuberculosis in the brain. The young woman was healthy and the disease assailed her suddenly, so that there was no time to counter its effect. She is undergoing treatment but no one is really sure in what condition she will come out. She is in coma. I keep seeing in my mind’s eye the husband’s look of utter hopelessness. I last saw him on the 10th. He must still be waiting.

A few years ago I used to go twice a week to the children’s ward in the cancer hospital. I remember that small girl who did not survive. She was so brave and I could see that she and her mother were waiting to leave the hospital. I gifted her a necklace made of small red stones for her birthday. After that I could not visit for two weeks. Later I came to know that she had passed on. She did not have to wait any more.

There is a lady in the Home for the Mentally challenged. I go there twice a week. She is waiting for her brother to come and see her or take her home. Each time she sees me she tells me her brother is coming tomorrow. But he never does. She is a life time member and he and his wife believe she has no claim on them. It is sad to see her wait and that seems to be her destiny.

I listen to lectures by Bannanje Govindacharya on YouTube. He is great Sanskrit scholar. I enjoy listening to all that he has to say about our epics and Purnanas and so much more. He was speaking about how people wait for happiness to come to them. They believe that if they achieve their goal or if they do something they will get happiness. According to our Vedas we will get happiness only if it is within us. Our achievements give us happiness only if we have the capacity or the inherent nature to be happy.

“Happiness is not something ready-made. It comes from your own actions.”
― Dalai Lama XIV

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2019 Indian general election – Wikipedia
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Indian_general_election,_2019

Bannanje Govindacharya – Wikipedia
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bannanje_Govindacharya

More groups of people at the High School

“Learning to Wait”

#SoCS April 13/19

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Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “lip.” Use it as a word, or find a word with “lip” in it. As always, use any way you’d like. Enjoy!

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We live in coastal Karnataka which is in South India. We have only two seasons, summer and monsoon. At present the weather is very hot and we are waiting for the rains which will start only in June. In spite of the heat we have different types of flowers here. Most people prefer to grow hibiscus plants which have flowers of different colours. Moreover, these plants do not need much water. But tulips don’t grow here. They do, in the colder places of North India. They look so beautiful but I have not really seen them. Our daughter and family live in Germany. There winter is over and spring has started. Near our grandson’s kindergarten there is an old manor with beautiful park around it. Now tulips are blooming and our daughter sends photos. They look so beautiful.

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I was in Germany from November 2017 to January 2018. Our granddaughter was born on November 10th. I went to help my daughter and family. I enjoyed the winter there and experienced snowfall for the first time in my life. The whole place looked magical. I love watching the snowflakes falling. Every afternoon I would go for a walk exploring the small town. It used to become dark by five. I used to leave at two, warmly clad, and return by three. When there was snowfall my grandson and I enjoyed playing in it. I remember I used to walk very carefully on snow because I did not want to slip and fall. I will always remember those days in Germany with my grandson and our new born granddaughter. More than a year has passed but memories of those days are still fresh. It was a new experience for me.

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#SoCS April 13/19

Here are the rules:
1. Your post must be stream of consciousness writing, meaning no editing (typos can be fixed), and minimal planning on what you’re going to write.
2. Your post can be as long or as short as you want it to be. One sentence – one thousand words. Fact, fiction, poetry – it doesn’t matter. Just let the words carry you along until you’re ready to stop.
3. I will post the prompt here on my blog every Friday, along with a reminder for you to join in. The prompt will be one random thing, but it will not be a subject. For instance, I will not say “Write about dogs”; the prompt will be more like, “Make your first sentence a question,” “Begin with the word ‘The,’” or will simply be a single word to get you started.
4. Ping back! It’s important, so that I and other people can come and read your post! For example, in your post you can write “This post is part of SoCS:” and then copy and paste the URL found in your address bar at the top of this post into yours. Your link will show up in my comments for everyone to see. The most recent pingbacks will be found at the top. NOTE: Pingbacks only work from WordPress sites. If you’re self-hosted or are participating from another host, such as Blogger, please leave a link to your post in the comments below.
5. Read at least one other person’s blog who has linked back their post. Even better, read all of them! If you’re the first person to link back, you can check back later or go to the previous week by following my category, “Stream of Consciousness Saturday,” which you’ll find below the “Like” button on my post.
6. Copy and paste the rules (if you’d like to) in your post. The more people who join in, the more new bloggers you’ll meet and the bigger your community will get!
7. As a suggestion, tag your post “SoCS” and/or “#SoCS” for more exposure and more views.
8. Have fun!

 

 

The River (Sunday photo fiction)

Sunday Photo fiction
The river flowed merrily down the mountain sides. Her source was somewhere in a glacier. But for millions of devotees she had come down from the heavens with great force. Lord Shiva had caught her and released her slowly with great care down the mountain sides.

She flowed into the plains and her life changed when she came into contact with humans. They worshipped her but did not think twice before polluting her. They constructed dams to use her water. She did not mind helping others but she wished humans were not so greedy. They thought it was their right to remove sand from her bed for their uses. Did they ever think about the harm they were doing ?

She had lost her freedom once she had entered the plains. But she had not given in everywhere. Humans thought twice before trying to take advantage of her. But she was very generous too. She had allowed them to build bridges across her. People living nearby needed them. She cared about others and wished they would care about her too. Now she could only move on, there was no going back. That was her life.

(194 words)

 

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( Photo credit : C E Ayr )

The River (Sunday photo 

 

#SoCS April 6/19 – Fabindia

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There is a wedding in the family this 28th. The younger generation plan a lot to make the function fabulous. They select the type and colour of the saris they are going to wear and the kurtas or shirts the men are going to wear. Just yesterday my son was told that the men are going to wear kurtas, a lighter shade of orange, from Fabindia.
Fabindia is an Indian chain store. Fabrics and ethnic products hand made by craftspersons and artisans are sold in these shops. These stores are found in different parts of the country and are very popular.

I have never bought anything from Fabindia because I think the dresses are quite costly. Another reason, I like to stitch my own clothes. There is something so satisfying while stitching and also when I finish the dress. I used to stitch for my son when he was small but I continued stitching for my daughter. All the frocks that I stitched gave me great joy. Recently I stitched some dresses for my grandchildren. But now it is mainly for myself. When we create something there is a feeling of satisfaction that is wonderful, a fabulous feeling.

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#SoCS April 6/19 – Fabindia

Here are the rules:

1. Your post must be stream of consciousness writing, meaning no editing (typos can be fixed), and minimal planning on what you’re going to write.

2. Your post can be as long or as short as you want it to be. One sentence – one thousand words. Fact, fiction, poetry – it doesn’t matter. Just let the words carry you along until you’re ready to stop.

3. I will post the prompt here on my blog every Friday, along with a reminder for you to join in. The prompt will be one random thing, but it will not be a subject. For instance, I will not say “Write about dogs”; the prompt will be more like, “Make your first sentence a question,” “Begin with the word ‘The,’” or will simply be a single word to get you started.

4. Ping back! It’s important, so that I and other people can come and read your post! For example, in your post you can write “This post is part of SoCS:” and then copy and paste the URL found in your address bar at the top of this post into yours.  Your link will show up in my comments for everyone to see. The most recent pingbacks will be found at the top. NOTE: Pingbacks only work from WordPress sites. If you’re self-hosted or are participating from another host, such as Blogger, please leave a link to your post in the comments below.

5. Read at least one other person’s blog who has linked back their post. Even better, read all of them! If you’re the first person to link back, you can check back later or go to the previous week by following my category, “Stream of Consciousness Saturday,” which you’ll find below the “Like” button on my post.

6. Copy and paste the rules (if you’d like to) in your post. The more people who join in, the more new bloggers you’ll meet and the bigger your community will get!

7. As a suggestion, tag your post “SoCS” and/or “#SoCS” for more exposure and more views.

8. Have fun!

 

The Cycle of Life (Sunday Photo Fiction)

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It was becoming hotter every day. The heat of the sun was too much to bear. The land looked so parched. It was as if the rains had never happened. Last year the rains had started in June but had stopped suddenly after three months instead of continuing till November. There was no greenery in most places. The grass was looking sad and brown. It used to be so green and beautiful. This place was so special.
These thoughts filled Sooraj’s mind as he looked at all the benches at their meeting place. He and his friends always met there in those childhood days when life was free from troubles and responsibilities. They all had had so many dreams. He thought about his life. There had been so many ups and downs. He had always managed to overcome the obstacles that had come his way. He could not explain why, but memories of this place had given him strength. He believed that certain places and people could do that. Today the place looked dry and deserted but he knew there would soon be new life and the place would become green, filled with beautiful wild flowers.
(200 words)

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( Photo credit : Susan Spaulding )

The Cycle of Life (Sunday Photo Fiction)

 

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#SoCS March 30/19

 

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Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “dough/d’oh.” Use one, use both, use ’em any way you like. Enjoy!

The word ‘dough’ immediately brought to mind my experiments in making bread. We have always eaten bread and we like it but we get from the bakery. Some time ago I was reading in a cookery site that making bread does not mean that we have to knead and knead for a long time. That is what I had read in books earlier. I read the recipes eagerly and thought it would not be all that difficult. Those breads were called rustic breads. According to the first recipe I had to mix the wheat flour, yeast, salt and make a sticky dough, keep it in a bowl, cover it with a cotton cloth overnight. The next morning I was to knead the dough and keep it covered for two hours and then bake it. This rustic bread was a little hard but we liked the taste. I kept looking for more recipes and tried them two times and we liked them too. Then I came across this cookery site called http://www.vegrecipesofindia. The recipe given was the best. I used active yeast, mixed it in warm water and added little sugar. After fifteen minutes it had risen and then followed the recipe. Two hours after making the dough and it had risen, I took it out of the bowl, kneaded it a little and kept it in a greased loaf pan. After 45 minutes it had risen some more. I then baked it. We loved it and also the fragrance of bread being baked 😊 .

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#SoCS March 30/19

Here are the rules:

1. Your post must be stream of consciousness writing, meaning no editing (typos can be fixed), and minimal planning on what you’re going to write.

2. Your post can be as long or as short as you want it to be. One sentence – one thousand words. Fact, fiction, poetry – it doesn’t matter. Just let the words carry you along until you’re ready to stop.

3. I will post the prompt here on my blog every Friday, along with a reminder for you to join in. The prompt will be one random thing, but it will not be a subject. For instance, I will not say “Write about dogs”; the prompt will be more like, “Make your first sentence a question,” “Begin with the word ‘The,’” or will simply be a single word to get you started.

4. Ping back! It’s important, so that I and other people can come and read your post! For example, in your post you can write “This post is part of SoCS:” and then copy and paste the URL found in your address bar at the top of this post into yours.  Your link will show up in my comments for everyone to see. The most recent pingbacks will be found at the top. NOTE: Pingbacks only work from WordPress sites. If you’re self-hosted or are participating from another host, such as Blogger, please leave a link to your post in the comments below.

5. Read at least one other person’s blog who has linked back their post. Even better, read all of them! If you’re the first person to link back, you can check back later or go to the previous week by following my category, “Stream of Consciousness Saturday,” which you’ll find below the “Like” button on my post.

6. Copy and paste the rules (if you’d like to) in your post. The more people who join in, the more new bloggers you’ll meet and the bigger your community will get!

7. As a suggestion, tag your post “SoCS” and/or “#SoCS” for more exposure and more views.

8. Have fun!