It could have all gone horribly wrong.
I’ve spent today sorting through digital photos to create a printed album. I was drawn to some videos of Manjula talking to us.
Far from being upsetting I loved hearing and seeing Manjula
I wondered if you might be interested in seeing one or two.
After our engagement in 2015 we decided to visit the U.K. so applied for a passport for Manjula. Our challenging journey started way before we ever set off for the UK and is detailed on this site. The video was taken after our trip to the passport office.
more can be found here with a section on the passport challenge
“Returned to the creek, and life became busy and expectant, and the valley echoed with the sounds of bridge-building and a young woman’s laughter, and Marvellous was suddenly wrenched out of old age like a seed potato wrenched out of the familiar comfort of dark. ….. And Marvellous blossomed, having quite forgotten what an exciting and necessary jolt being needed gave.”
from a Year of Marvellous Ways by Sarah Winman. What a wonderful way with words she has.
From the Yindian
Fireside chat, without the fire, ‘cos we don’t need it!
painting by Johanna from Switzerland. Just one example of the lovely, thoughtful kind guests we have.
She always has and always will. Whether it was her love shared through her wonderful cooking, her gifts, sometimes cash when people needed it and most of all her warm personality. It was in Manjula’s nature to love and connect with people here and around the world. Manjula would draw people to her. Her insights, generosity and extraordinarily sensitive to people’s plight was an integral part of her, maybe resulting from the hardships that she experienced throughout her life.
As a celebration of our engagement we gave gifts: she cancelled what was left of the outstanding loan to Vasanth for his auto rickshaw and gave cycles to the driver’s children and to a project that helped trafficked young people.
Her giving has continued through the funding of meals at a local ashram, the benches in our local park. What next?
We’re looking for ways to continue to reflect Manjula’s beautiful personality and her connecting to people. We’ll keep you informed through this site. Do feel free to make your own suggestions of help we can give in Manjula’s name.
Our latest guest Giacomo (aka Siva and his partner Anita) who has visited Manjula and I in Mysore many times have left a donation towards the next projects we support.
I’m at an international airport to check in for a flight, I then go to passport control and finally through security. ALL the employees are women and all the security staff are muslim women.
At a different airport almost all the employees are men.
There’s quite a different atmosphere and vibe between the two.
The former was Phuket Airport in Thailand, the latter Bangalore in South India.
This difference was also reflected in my day to day experiences: most of the people serving in shops, at restaurants, hotels and their local equivalent of the auto rickshaw (a two wheeler with a walk-in side car for passengers) in Thailand were women.
I most often meet working women in Mysore in India in the banks and my accountants office, otherwise it’s almost exclusively men. Women’s presence is at home, in the office and behind the scenes.
While I’ve been away there’s been another shocking rape in India. But this is not the way to deal with it……
as summarised in this article
It will not solve the problem and exacerbate the situation with more macho male culture…
this will also NOT solve the problem
The attitude and dominance of men and their way of doing things, society’s patriarchy and women’s inequality is at the core of this. Equality and acceptance of diversity in terms of gender, race, religion, sexuality, class and caste is the only way forward.
I’m at the street food place near Mysore Bed and Breakfast with the sugar-cane-juice-man. What’s his T shirt say?
Life is the sum of all your choices.
Now that might prove to be a clue to a key thread of our story
It may however take a lot longer to appear than first thought
its not an easy process or time
In Kannur for our last holiday together. It was also the place of our first. 🙂
you’ll not see such photos generally, bit physical 🙂
I’ve just been to sell the portable oxygen concentrator I bought to enable Manj to go on holiday.