A Quest for Community
Monday, October 27, 2003
Our colorfully painted bus and
driver are waiting for us, along with Prapanna's son Matthew, who has
been educated at the Ashram school and is engaged to be married to an
Indian lady he met there. (Prapanna has invited a few of us to attend
his wedding a few days after our main group leaves on Oct. 31.) Matt
and the driver load our huge amount of baggage onto the roof of the
bus, and we finally pull out of the airport and head for Auroville at
about 2:00 am. It's a three-hour drive through Chennai to Auroville,
through the long, hot silent Indian night. I'm sitting with Jan on the
bus and after a few minutes she asks if I'd mind if we change her
window seat for my aisle seat. I'm happy to do so, but after a few
minutes sitting with my head out the window to catch the cool breeze, I
begin to understand why Jan didn't like it.
