The path appears the moment you dare to take the first invisible step.
It’s Monday and the last week for this time in Tiru. Today would be Satsang with Ammani again. I started at 08:45 on my scooter. There are still around 20 people joining Satsang.
After Satsang, I was driving home. I thought for a while about having a chai or coffee somewhere, but somehow I felt drawn back home. Near Sathya’s Cafe, I saw Lokesh standing on the road. He asked me to bring him to the hospital near Sri Ramana Ashram. He said he doesn’t feel well with his stomach. So I got him to the hospital, just opposite the supermarkets. He told me a strange story of somebody asking him yesterday if he had stomach issues. He said it was a guru when he was asking her. And today he had stomach issues. I parked my scooter and did some shopping. I bought one more bar of soap, some incense sticks, and a packet of black loose tea for use in Portugal. I also got a small glass of instant coffee for use here. When I came out of the market, I saw Lokesh sitting on the stairs and eating. I asked him what happened in the hospital and how he can eat with stomach issues. He said that for the hospital, he would need a registration, and he feels better now. I think the whole story was fake; he was using me to give him a lift. Anyway, for today at 17:00, I have already agreed to bring him to town, so he can buy a clay pot. I asked him if we should go there now, and he agreed. So we have been into town, he was bargaining for his pot, and I was waiting.
Then we stopped at a shop where he could buy a metal ring and cover for his new pot. We were driving back home to Perumbakkam Road then.
Soon, I walked towards the Garuda Restaurant. It would be the last time eating Ahmuda’s Thali for this season. I reached there at 12:15, and there were only two or three people; it’s getting empty everywhere in March. After lunch, I walked back to have a nap. Later in the afternoon, Lokesh called me and asked if and when I would drive to the Ashram. I said that I would leave in around 20 minutes and would give him a call.
At 16:00, I left and called him. I parked near the Ashram and sat down in the Shrine Hall. Later, I joined the reading. Fortunately, the Swami is reading now, who doesn’t talk so fast. After the reading, I sat for a while in the Meditation Hall, then outside during the chanting. After the chanting, I walked around Bhagavan’s shrine when Florence touched my shoulder. Outside, we talked a moment and made a plan for Wednesday’s lunch at Da Mantra.
I walked over to the other side to have a chai. Again, they had no change for 100 Rupees. I said I would pay tomorrow. In the supermarket, I bought some tissues and ice cream, then I went home.
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