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Visit to Arunachala 1993
Day One
In a mud village at the foot of Arunachala, the setting sun is glistening pink sky in a silver tank. Boys are fishing. Sound of music – the strident shrill horns of buses and lorries. “Hal-lo!” – the radiant smile of children in Tamil Nadu, bowling hoops in red earth alleys.
When I arrived in Ramanasramam last night, it was bundled up like a wounded buffalo in the back of a taxi. I had fallen ill early that morning in the train approaching Madras, with sickness, cramps and dehydration. My body was an alien disaster – my teenage daughter was embarrassed and concerned: Mum going to pieces when abroad. My first night here was an agony of weakness in an inhospitable room of stone, far away from everything. I had looked forward to it so much. It was a nightmare.
Very slow and cautious recovery during the day.
In the mid afternoon, I ventured out and into the Ashram, and up the path towards Skandashram a little way. The warm stones to my bare feet, and the lithe smiles of twig-like dark children began to heal and open my cells again like a plant. I began to recognize and understand where I was. With wonderful relief the pain went away.
My first time in India. India!
During a visit to the Temple’s
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Today I want to narrate the story of a woman, Andavan Pichhai, who is probably unknown to most Bhagavan devotees. Her name, which she assumed in later life, means ‘mad for God’. The events of her life are so extraordinary, the retelling of them is likely to cause most people to laugh or shake their head in disbelief. I will narrate the facts that I have been able to collect on this matter and let readers judge for themselves.
Almost all the information I will give in this post has come from a book entitled The Gift of God or Andavan Pichhai by Smt and Dr Krishna Rao. It was published by the Divine Life Society, Sivanandanagar, Uttar Pradesh, in 1983.
Bhagavan does have a major role in this drama, but he does not appear until quite late on in the narrative. Bear with me while I first set the background. For those who like a good story, it’s well worth the wait.
Andavan Picchai was born in Mylapore, , on . Her birth name was Maragathavalli, and she was the second child of T. Sankaranarayana Sastri and Sitalakshmi. About three years later her mother, Sitalakshmi died and her husband remarried shortly afterwards. However, it seems that he did not have much time either for his new wife or his children since he was perpetually engrossed in his studies and his
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