It was balmy and the wind made rattling sounds on the French windows.
In the semi darkness of the room it was eerie.
And she thought of spirits. Of seeing unknown shapes through the peripheral vision.
Is it imagination? Or was someone actually watching her?
Strangely it almost never scares her. It's like peaceful co-existence. Live and let live!
Live?
But are they alive?
Now a shiver passed through her spine!
A long overdue blog about the path that I was seeking , or did the path seek me out ? Over the years the sheen of belief was wearing off and I was beginning to question the master about the magic - about faith becoming commercial, about what Bhaskar stated, "This is all about money". Packing my bags off and going solo isn't very uncommon in my life, but this time I was not on work per se. Checking-in into the Ashram, was on my bucket-list for ever-since, and it was an amazing experience. Despite the crowd, the ambiance just reverberated with a mix of reverence, energy , faith, hope, prayer - and questions too ! Like I mentioned before meditation was not about spiritual pyrotechnics, but a metaphor connected to life. Like the corner I chose had a vantage view of the stage and despite a stench that started emanating from the corner, I just could not leave that place, for the view that corner offered got me stuck there. Life is like that, we are often stuck in the rut , ...
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