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.
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.
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.
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.
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😊.
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.
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
Lake Manasarovar – Wikipedia
Mount Kailash – Wikipedia
Meghadūta – Wikipedia
“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