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What a beautiful and moving story.

Thank you for sharing Joyce.

 

 

Love to all

Harsha

 

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Lady Joyce

Tuesday, October 19, 2004 5:11 PM

RamanaMaharshi ; MillionPaths;

 

How Sundarammal Camt to the

Ashram...

 

How Sundarammal Came to the Ashram

 

During April, 1953, Sundarammal arrived [at Arunachala] to spend forty-eight

days in retreat in a hut close to that of Lakshmi Devi, for whom she had a

great admiration. We were thus living very close to each other, but apart

from the customary greetings, neither she nor I made any attempt to get into

conversation.

 

One day, towards the end of her retreat, she invited me and some other

sadhus to share a meal at her cell. It was the Telugu New Year's Day. It was

then, before the meal began, that she told me her story.

 

She belonged to a wealthy Telugu family of Madras. She married young but

very soon lost her husband. As a widow, she continued to live at home,

surrounded by the love of her parents and brothers. She rarely went out, and

when she did, it was always with her father. One day he took her to the

neighboring temple to hear a talk given by a sadhu. This sadhu was a devotee

of the Maharshi. He told his audience about the sage's 'conversion', his

disappearance from the world [leaving Madurai], his resort to the mountain

of Arunachala, and the rest. Sundarammal was deeply moved. She begged her

father to allow her to accompany some pilgrims to Arunachala. He refused,

but promised that he would soon take her there himself.

 

But the promise was not fulfilled. Sundarammal passed the time thinking of

Ramana and praying to him. She soon lost her appetite and was unable to

sleep. But her father always had some specially urgent work which prevented

him from taking her to Tiruvannamalai.

 

One afternoon, about four o'clock, she seemed to see Ramana coming down the

mountain and approaching her. " Sundarammal, have no fear! " he said to her.

" It is I. Enough of this weeping and not eating or sleeping. Come, I am

expecting you. " Her heart was filled with joy. Once more she appealed to her

father, and once more he put off the pilgrimage to another day.

 

Some weeks later, she was alone one night in her room, weeping and calling

on the Maharshi. Then, quite worn out, she fell asleep. Suddenly she felt a

blow on her side and awoke with a start. It was about three o' clock in the

morning. There was the Maharshi standing by the head of her cot. " Come, " was

all he said.

 

She followed him downstairs, crossed the hall and came out on the verandah.

Hardly had she reached it when to her alarm she found herself alone. The

Maharshi had disappeared. She sat down uneasily.

 

Soon a rickshaw appeared and the rickshaw puller said: " Is this Number 12,

and are you Sundarammal? An old sadhu told me to come here and take you to

the bus. Get in. " Sundarammal thought quite simply, " It is Bhagavan, the

Maharshi, " and got into the rickshaw.

 

At the bus stand she and the rickshaw puller were both surprised not to find

the old sadhu. However, she asked for the Tiruvannamalai bus and got in.

 

Somewhere on the way her bus passed another one from which someone alighted

and then entered the Tiruvannamalai bus. " Are you Sundarammal? " he asked.

" Yes, I am, " she replied. " Good. Bhagavan has sent me to look for you. "

 

In the evening she reached Tiruvannamalai and retired for the night in one

of the large halls kept for pilgrims. She prepared a cake to offer to

Bhagavan and fell asleep full of joy.

 

The next morning she went to the Ashram and fell at the feet of Bhagavan.

" Here you are at last, " he said to her.

 

Some days later her brothers arrived, unable to understand how this child,

who by herself had never set foot outside her home, could have managed to

reach Tiruvannamalai. But Sundarammal was so deeply absorbed that she never

even saw her brothers, either in the hall or at midday in the dining hall.

Only in the evening were they able to approach her. They told her how upset

everyone was at home and begged her to return. If she wanted, they would

build her a hermitage in the garden. But nothing moved her and the brothers

even spoke of taking her home by force. " If you do, I will throw myself into

a well, " she said. Her brothers had to yield, but they soon returned with

their father. They found her in a cottage near the Ashram and arranged for

her continued stay there as well as they could.

 

During the fifteen years that remained of the Maharshi's life, she never

left Tiruvannamalai even for a day.

 

This was the story that Sundarammal told me that morning-Sundarammal who

could never speak of God without her voice breaking with emotion and her

eyes filling with tears.

 

Swami Abhishiktananda