Barbara Werchota

India-Amara in the Loneliest Ashram in India

AND India-Amara.
 
THIS TIME... she did not ONLY decide to GO TO INDIA.... she actually WENT THERE... and to the loneliest ASHRAM

so she actually went to the loneliest ASHRAM in the entire India, but where it was, and the name of the town, and of all that she knew nothing, because it was her first visit to India..... and she knew not even the name of this lonely ASHRAM...
She traveled for days and nights, days and weeks and years and yesteryears.  How immense was her surprise when she arrived at this lonely Ashram to find that you could hardly walk with the giant steeps that she was used to walking in.  She had to walk like a lady.  And she said to her Guide.  I asked for the LONLIEST ASHRAM OF ALL ASHRAMS IN INDIA.
Madame, he said to her, this is the loneliest.  But what are all these people doing here.  They my dear, are doing what you have come to do.  I know nothing of their inner desires.  They have come in search of their inner desires.  But, why sooooooo many people.  Because my dear, like YOU, they have ALL requested the LONLIEST ASHRAM.  And they all thought they would be ALONE here. But we have to cater for ALL wishes.  If you request the Loneliest Ashram.  How can we send you somewhere else, somewhere else where there are hardly any people.  But that is what I WANTED.  Then, my dear, SAY what you WANT, and, and if you say what you WANT, you will ALWAYS GET WHAT YOU WANT.  There is a difference between the REQUEST for the LONLIEST ASHRAM, and a request for the ASHRAM with the least people. 
Oh how annoying she told him.  And he said.  Did you forget why you have come here.  To practice to rid yourself of your irresponsible manners.  So REMEMBER THAT.  And His stern look pierced through her like a needle.  And she said:
OUCH, OWA, you are not supposed to prick me with needles.  And he said, sorry, you made me forget myself.
And he said.  I know WHY .....YOU are here.  Let us not waste time, since you left your house in a total mess, HOW COULD YOU HAVE DONE THAT..... thrown ALL YOUR CLOTHES ON THE FLOOR IN THE LIVING ROOM.  People who visit ASHRAMS don't do that.
and She said.  Oh, sorry, but that was BEFORE I visited your Ashram, I promise to clean up before THEY come back.
OK, the Guide told her... Let us proceed.  All is prepared for you, because you are much more educated than most of these poor souls hanging around here.  You have... MEDITATED, DONE YOUR REIKI COURSE, GIVEN REIKI to SOME PEOPLE, although they have all said... AND WHAT IS THIS... I FEEL WORSE THAN BEFORE....  BUT DO NOT LISTEN TO THEM, LISTEN TO YOUR INNER SELF AT LEAST YOU CAN TRY, YES, TRY YOUR VERY BEST TO HEAL YOUR INNER SELF...
And she squinted at him, war er dabei sie zu verarschen !  But that she would never know, because the smile that she imagined on her Guide's lips appeared not to be there, just as it had appeared to be there... So she continued squinting at him and thought, and he said.... Here in Ashram's DON'T even try to think your REGULAR thoughts... you will find yourself back in the streets of your INNER SEARCH... and she told the SQUINT in her EYES to go away... for the moment at least.
OK, he said, ich sehe, dass Du jetzt vernunftig bist.  Fahren wir fort.  And he lead her as fast as a snail  could slide, since everyone in front of her was sliding as snails slide.
You will not have far to go, he told her.... HERE YOU ARE.....
and she looked at a WALL.  BUT this is a WALL and he said .... EXACTLY.  We ALL create WALLS in our lives.  NOW START DOING WHAT YOU HAVE COME TO DO.
AND A THOUSAND THOUGHTS RAN THROUGH HER MIND. 
mmmmHHHHHH...... WHAT COULD I DO ,,,,,,ON A WALL..... IN A WALL..... IN FRONT OF A WALL.... BEHIND A WALL....
BUT BEFORE SHE COULD CARRY ON
SHE HEARD THE WALL TALK....... What she said..... YOU ARE A WALL.... HOW CAN YOU TALK....
Yes, I shall talk, because YOU are wasting MY time, and YOUR time.  Do you have the faintest Idea, how many people like you stand in front of me and DO ALL SORTS OF THINGS..... und langsam, stinkt es mir an.....
so HERE YOU ARE India Amara.... and before she could carry on talking to HER WALL.... there appeared THREE DOORS.....
Three doors she said, and the WALL, I have not finished with ALL WHAT I COULD DO WITH AND TO A WALL... and the THREE DOORS..... said patiently.
CHOOSE
and she said... Choose WHAT.. and they said.  Choose ONE OF US... and she said.....
NOW REALLY, YOU ARE EXAGGERATING........ OUT OF THREE DOORS...... I should choose ONE.... ONLY ONE... and they said...
HURRY.. or we shall go away.... and she said....
Cheeky Doors.  BUT STILL I CANNOT CHOOSE ONE.....
AND THEY whispered to each other and whispered again.. and still one more time they whispered.
OK, this is not the regular way.... but for you.... WHAT IS IT YOU WANT.... IF YOU CANNOT CHOOSE ONE...
YOU CANNOT CHOOSE ALL THREEE.....
But I WANT all three, she said in the smallest voice that she hardly heard herself....
OK, they SCREAMED... and she jumped and fell down and fainted and they THREW WATER ON HER AND she woke up....
Ok, they screamed less loud... and she forgot to faint again. 
OK, your fainting is getting on our nerves.. HAVE ALL THREE... but YOU will SUFFER the consequences....
ACCCHHHHH ....... WHHHHHAAAAAAATTTT...... she said..... and made the sound of a cat ready to attack them.. and they said to her quick, which Doors do you want to open.  And she said.   IF I CAN GET ALL THREE.... I shall open ALL THREE.. and they
SIGHED and they said.. OUR PLAUDERTIME with YOU is over...... choose the first Door . and she pointed at the Top door... and they said... when you have entered  there... Please close the door, we do not want everyone to know what a nonsensical person you are.  CHOOSING THREE DOORS, when only ONE  is PERMITTED.. and they sighed their weariest SIGH...
And she climbed the two steps to the top door... and before putting her hand on the handle.... the DOOR opened slowly and a gust of wind pushed her in... in fact she thought it was the hands of the Door..... and she said.. YOU HAVE HANDS... do not be such a brute.  COME IN. and do not try my patience.  WHY DID YOU HAVE TO CHOOSE THREE DOORS.... YOU have DESTROYED MY VANITY.  I WAS SUPPOSED TO HAVE BEEN THE ONLY DOOR IN YOUR LIFE..... You ungrateful woman...  but now that you are here........ ENTER... and see and live for yourself what you have chosen and what you have decided to SHARE with the other doors....
and she shook and shivered, and was afraid... or so she thought.. She thought I am shaking and  shivering because I am afraid to see my life in this DOOR.. but then, she looked at herself and she was. pitchepatche Nass.. she was drenched with water... oh of course, that silly wall, drenched me with water.....
Please, she spoke so kindly to the DOOR, do you have some clothes for me.... and the door said... TYPICAL YOU.... FOR YOU..... I only have DAY CLOTHES.... for most beautiful and gracious women, I have DAY and NIGHT DRESSES, but NOT YOU... no for YOU.... I have DAY CLOTHES, which you abuse and use as NIGHT DRESSES....... AAAAAAHHHHH......
YOU....... WOMAN.... YOU....
AND HE SAID.... GO AND CHANGE OUT OF THOSE WET CLOTHES BEFORE YOU CATCH A COLD AND DIE IN ME....
OH, HOW I WOULD HATE THAT...
and she kicked the Door on the Door's ankles and hobbled away.  YOU WILL ONLY HURT YOURSELF IF YOU TRY TO KICK ME..... so don't try it again....
She came back to the door.... radiant in her oranges... and yellow silks...... billowing behind her and her red and white and black hair...... flowing into her silks... and THE DOOR said
YOU  look gorgeous..... YOU are fantastic.... YOU are stunning.. and she said......
GO AWAY.... YOU DOOR...... and let me pass.... and the DOOR.... smiled a loupgarou smile and let her pass.....
and this is what she experienced traveling through THAT TOP DOOR......

 

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Published on e-Stories.org on 29.04.2004.

 

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