The cyclone was kinder on us this time.The horror of Umpan four years back was something that still invokes dread.
The house helps could not come as tge rains disrupted transports,so I decided to clean my fridge. It still had leftovers of what Chib n Pooja kept. Alcohol mixes, sauces, pickles and preservatives. There is something about clearing! Out of date objects, excesses and what you havent used!
What is sitting for more than six months need to go!
Sometimes nostalgia prevents, but now I tell myself I am inching towards the expiry date, so should my nostalgia!
I read somewhere storms doesn't always destroy, they clear the path for something to happen!
So be it!
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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