It is Sunday morning. It doesn’t make much difference here if it is Sunday or another weekday. The shops have opened, and the streets are busy as usual. I caught a cold; it started yesterday already, and my nose is running. I don’t feel very sick or powerless. I think it’s from the fans. On Sunday, there is no Satsang with Ganga Maa, but Kirtan with Upahar.
I needed to do some laundry, so I went down to Gopika. She had some stuff to wash as well, so we put it all in one machine. But it didn’t finish in time, I guess the machine is a bit overloaded. Anyway, I went for Kirtan first. It always happens at Sunshine Guesthouse on Perumpakkam Road. The room was quite full at this time, it was 09:50. Jonatan just left because he didn’t get a chair; he needed it for his back. I found a space in the wall, but the water pipelines were not comfortable in the back. The singing was beautiful and touching as usual.
Today would be lunch at Edwin’s House, also called Annai Cecilia Cafe. I was the second guest; in the end, there were more than 20 people. It is not easy for Edwin to prepare the right amount of food when he doesn’t know how many people will join. Sometimes he has too much, sometimes not enough.
I was a bit exhausted from my cold and runny nose. Back home, I got my clothes out of the machine, some pieces were already dry on the washing line, and Gopika put them there. I needed a new 10-litre water bottle; the shop nearby is selling them. He charges only 90 Rupees. It was time to rest now. I slept for a while.
Gopika sent me a message about the costs for the room and scooter. Later in the afternoon, I left for the Ashram. Sitting there meditating for a while makes me feel good. Then I was driving towards the SBI ATM. There was no cash available. So I went down the road where I found the next ATM. I withdrew 20,000 rupees to pay Gopika. At Ramana supermarket, I bought some cheese and butter. I wanted to buy some bananas and oranges, so I chose some from a street shop. A young guy was purchasing a pomegranate when one fell to the ground. The salesman wanted him to buy this one because he couldn’t sell it the next day if it were damaged. The young man disagreed, so there was a lot of arguing, and they were on the verge of fighting. I bought my fruit in another shop on the street.
Back home, Gopika came up, and I made the payments for the room and the scooter. I will change rooms on Wednesday, then move into Gopika’s apartment, which is more spacious. It was again time to rest.
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