On an impulse, I decided to go to Pondicherry this weekend. I had company. So we took the bus to Pondy on Saturday afternoon. 4 hours, cramped legs, and a sore back later, lo behold, we were in Pondicherry.
My mind was very unsettled (my mind is still unsettled but the reason is different) and I wanted to go to the Ashram, which is the only place in the world so far in which I feel at peace. So we went to the Ashram first, saw the Samadhi and then proceeded to the Ashram’s Guest house. It was a beautiful early 20th century style bungalow done up in white and black. The medium-sized room was comfortable. We had to settle for it since the large rooms were taken. I wanted to buy their leather shoes but Aurofurn that shop that sells them closed at 5:30. It was 6 when we landed in Pondy. And 7 by the time we checked into the Guest house. So, after dumping the bag at the Guest House, we went to the Ashram again and this time, it was out of the world. At night, the lights right above the Samadhi illuminated the flower arrangement on it. The rest of the courtyard was in darkness. The perfumed fumes from the agarbattis swirled about in the air all around you. The stillness in the atmosphere was palpable even though there were enough people around. I was stunned by its beauty, grace and spirituality. We sat there for a while and then went shopping mostly for clothes. After a light dinner at Le Café (there was nothing French about it except the name) we went back to the neat comfort of the Guest house.
The next morning after a nourishing breakfast at the Guest house, we went to get Bengali sweets. The checkout time was 12 noon. So, we rushed back to the Guest house packed our bag and left to take the return 3 hour Express bus back to Chennai.