I have not been writing a lot lately. Sometimes as change takes place it’s hard to put things into words. However I am trying to share little moments of time as they feel relevant. This is an essential one.
Mangalraj is one of the ashram drivers. We have known each other for many years, and so I think of him as a friend. He has driven me to and from the airport, to temples, to go out to eat, to the beauty parlour (yes, it’s true!) to and from the hospital when I was clutching a bucket and vomiting the whole way.
Mangalraj does not speak English fluently, but he does get his point across in his own unique way. He is also one of the most observant people I know. He notices everything and he remembers everything. It’s both comforting and unsettling at times. It reminds me that however I may view my trips to India, moving into and out of space and time, my mind swirling with preparation and plans, that I have become a part of the community here, and part of the lives of many people here. For that I feely deeply honoured.
Thank you for all of the memorable drives.