Jiva
The idea of ‘I ‘ (individuality) is always related to the past, stuck in its own story. Whereas in the present it has no story.
Sunday morning, there is no Satsang on Sundays with Amma. But there is Kirtan at 10:00 on the rooftop of Sunshine Guesthouse. I have been there a few times before. Gopaha, I think that is his name, is doing it very well, with a beautiful voice and very devotional, together with other musicians, tabla, and violin. So everybody is singing there.
After Kirtan, it was in my mind to have brunch at Nandhini’s. I had to drive a bit further, up the Girivalam Road. I found an empty table, half inside the Cafe, there are tables outside in a nice garden, as well as inside. The Cafe has an open front. I ordered some sourdough toast with cheese and chilies and a pomegranate-lemon soda drink. A guy came to my table and asked if he and his friends could join me at the table as it was already very warm in the garden. They were welcome, nice to have some companions. The guy was from Greece, one lady from Korea, and one from Spain. Then a German guy showed up. So we shared some of our experiences and it was a nice brunch for today.
Back in my apartment I was reading and writing a bit before I fell asleep. Late afternoon I left again for the Ashram. I spent a while sitting outside the Samadhi Hall. It was Sunday and many Indians were coming to visit. After a while, I left again and crossed the road for a chai. Then it was time to have some dinner at the German Cafe. I had some pasta arrabbiata and watermelon juice.
Back in my apartment, I was just watching a movie when it knocked on the door. I thought it must be the house cleaning, I didn’t expect them on Sunday. Two Indian ladies were cleaning and changing my bedsheet. It was a smooth day without any major incidents.
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