Matjaji spent the night on the balcony, sleeping on a small wooden slat with a portable shrine by her side, before starting off on her walk again at 5am this morning. Big respect for walking all the way from Rajasthan. Indians take Sadhana to a new level – we are incredibly lazy in the West when it comes to things like that. If we have to live a day without Facebook we think we are undergoing strenuous hardship.
For reasons unknown there were lots of explosions throughout the night. It was quite bizarre and didn’t really help with the sleeping situation. I managed about 3 hours, and visited the homeopathic doctors this morning to see if they could help. The pills they gave me last time worked well, so fingers crossed. Even if the pills don’t work, they taste great, so it’s a win win ;) Homeopathic medicine is the only medicine in the world that is pleasant to the palate. It’s like eating sweets and there’s no danger of OD’ing. Large.
I was greeted by several of Vanaja’s dance students after harmonium practice this morning. They have met me only once or twice but all remembered my name. I wish I could say the same in reverse, but I am totally dyslexic where Malayalam is concerned. The locals have taken to calling me “bicycle man”, which makes me sound like some sort of nerdy superhero distinctly lacking in special powers. I suppose a white guy cycling around daily on a Little Miss India Fashion bike tends to stand out. It’s a good a name as any.... Better than “twat” at any rate.