An ode to...

Akshara Griha

Akshara Griha was the name I gave my house, which came to me by nothing other than sheer grace. It was when I needed a piece of land to call my own, I searched and then sat down, giving up everything and surrendering. The house that was waiting two years unoccupied, happened like a miracle, through random casual conversations, in just a week's time.

But the moment I stepped in, the beauty with which pictures, photographs and statues and pieces of art and material use found their place, showed to me the conscious presence of the all within four walls.

It was a conscious entity by itself, I saw. It had its period of cacophony and eutrophy and abundant moments of symphony and order, following a conscious pattern. There were times when I went far, far away from my home only to return and find that the moment I step in, I feel quiet, meditative, peaceful, the undescribable presence filling me up.

Letting open the door facing east brought in a piece of the Universe every morning and how many an opportunity to realise the divine presence has the door lens, the boiling tea in the kitchen, the lamps and incense in the meditation space, the soft winds from the living room, the hot water from the geyser, the synchrony of space and matter in the walls and the self-tidying process of nature in the sleeping room, the calling bell which sings Om Namah Shivaya, Jai Jai Ram Jai Shri Ram and the Gayatri Mantra, has never failed to let me know who is it that knocks at the door.

Today, I had to move out of that place to another place in my city and I find it is the same space, the same music, the same synchrony, the same silence and in fact, more and more of it. My journey through time and space continues and Akshara Griha was an important milestone.